I sling my backpack over a shoulder, sighing.

"We have a bit of a jump on them, but as I said, we have like, 20 miles until we escape." Harry would stuff something into his bag, then turn to us.

"He's right, we'll never outrun them."

I pause.

"If we can't outrun them, we have to fight them!"

"But how?" Bella sighs. "We have no weapons."

"I do." I pull out the rubber lizard.

It's tail extends an becomes a wood-color, and the snout extends the same way, into a 6 foot Bowstaff.

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