Hermione's head snapped back at the blow. She blinked at the stinging pain, then dropped to her knees as Ron hit the floor. A flick of her wand sliced the cloth of Ron's sleeves, and she pressed her wand to the healing scars on his arms.
"He's fighting, Harry - can you try to reach his mind? I never studied legilimency, only occlumency - " The wounds began to throb and redden, and she knew there wasn't much time.
"Let's get him out of here, Grindelwald must feeding on the energy. You get ready, I'll take us all."