Harry frowned at Luna's observation. That was true. The were a paranoid bunch and never came alone, even if only one came down with them, there were always a few more lurking in the doorway, just in case they tried to kick anyone in the stones, or anything. Which none of them had done, but Harry was sure he - and probably Ron - had thought about more than once. It probably wouldn't HELP, but it'd be satisfying.
He narrowed his eyes. Why wouldn't a Death Eater known where Griphook was from? And why was he here alone?
Narrowed eyes went wide as the man shifted just enough that light filtered through, enough to show he was holding up two wands. Harry tended for a hex, but even as he did, his brain recognized one of hem. Not just A wand. HIS wand. He looked over at Hermione, trying to judge her reaction, and then just rushed forward, making a grab for the wands. Maybe it was a ploy - but if not, two of them with wands would make a big bloody difference.
When the man didn't stop him, Harry backed off again, holding the other wand out for one of the others to claim if it was theirs. He knew it wasn't Hermione's - they'd broken hers. He felt better with the familiar shape of the wand in his fingers. "What's going on?" he asked. But faced with actually HAVING his wand. . . Harry was starting to think they should go with the guy. They didn't have many other options. And that was definitely his wand he'd been brought.