"I think he's in the back garden," Hermione said, leaning up enough to watch where he was tapping. "Other goblins support Griphook, though, if he could just be kept out of sight...Did you want me to go and get him?" She sighed, taking the map back though and leaning back in the seat again, instead.
"We've trusted polyjuice so many times, but it hasn't gotten us in much trouble yet, so I suppose. If we could somehow get something from the Lestranges to make it more authentic, that might be better." Her thoughts went to Neville, to what she knew of his parents, and her mouth set into a determined sort of line.