"No," Hermione said, and she looked back to Ron, wondering what he was thinking. "They'll come for Harry sooner than that." Or at least she assumed they would - Voldemort would want him as soon as he knew he was here. What that meant for the rest of them, she was trying not to think about.
"There isn't a way out," Said a nasally voice from the shadows that made Hermione jump a bit, and then she grit her teeth, hating herself from it, and turned toward the sound.
The goblin who was standing there, barely visible, she was sure hadn't been there a moment ago. Or he'd been hiding.
"If there were, I would have found it already," he went on.