A week had passed. Harry and Frognal had unfortunately been unsuccessful in acquiring the jar.

In the woods, Hermanonie and Draco attended the prayer circle again.

"With this jar of dirt…" the leader began.

*WHOOSH*

Suddenly a figure in a cloak on a broom dove into the circle and swiped the jar away from the leader. In less than a second they were gone. Everyone was shocked.

"Our jar is gone." The leader said, crying.

Hermanonie and Draco looked at each other. They left early and wondered who could have stolen the jar. They only knew one person who could questionably competently use a broom and that was McDonaldall.

They walked back to the castle and paced in the Green Group's library. They discussed how to confront McDonaldall in the morning. They agreed on asking after translation class. Night became day, and translation class was on the schedule.