‘‘You know what I think?’’ the blonde hunter then mumbled as he looked around cautiously.

Ignoring him, Harry gulped, fear quickly building in his dull blue eyes, his blonde fringe blowing gently in the light breeze, ‘‘I think we’ve taken a wrong turn and are headed straight for -’’

‘‘W-Warlocks are supposed to want to kill us’’ Harry groaned, struggling to stand even with Tom and Morgan’s help, ‘‘w-why didn’t she kill us?’’