Harry dropped to Ron's other side, a glance at Hermione's bruising cheek making him fight down the urge to rip Grindelwald's arm off, as it was still his mate's. He pressed his wand to the scars on Ron's other arm and let Hermione's magic carry them back to Ron's flat, which was home to all of them.
As soon as they appeared, Harry scrambled over Ron to sit on his chest and cast a spell he'd vowed after the war to never to use again. "Oculpateo!" Eyes open, mate. Sorry about this. With Ron's eyes forced to remain open, Harry knew he had only a few minutes to work before he could do his friend some serious damage. "Legilimens!"