Sure enough, a few minutes later, they heard Hermione's shriek of surprise.
Still working out what she meant, Harry set off at a sprint, Hermione behind him. They tore across the vegetable gardens to the greenhouses, paused for a moment behind them, then set off again, fast as they could, skirting around the Whomping Willow, tearing toward the shelter of the forest¡.
Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, gray scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth¡ a gaping, shapeless hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death rattle.