He nodded toward her feet, and Hermione looked down to find the crumpled body of Jugson. Lucius curled his lip before glaring up at his son.

"There are other Carrow Girls in the cell next door. They've been working with her." Draco's brow was sweating, and he wiped it with his forearm. "If their minds are read, it will be clear that Charlotte's memories were tampered with."

Lucius snarled and spun around to Jugson. "Obliviate." The tip of his wand glowed, then dimmed. "Meet me there when you're done with her."

"Thank you, Father," Draco whispered. "Thank you for…"

But Draco's voice faded. The world began to shiver, as if she'd been thrust into cold water. The dungeons at Edinburgh blurred, reforming into an unfamiliar dungeon. Higher stone ceilings and a crisper draft of air. Draco's words twisted into a eerie song, cackled by an icy voice—

"Thank you for joining us, Lucius."

Hermione spun and found Bellatrix in tight black trousers and a cape, drawing the length of her wand through her fingertips. Draco stood at her side, staring down at four cuffed prisoners at his feet. Lucius in the doorway, surveying the scene with a wan expression.

"Welcome back to Zürich," she said with a mocking bow. "You've arrived just in time. I'm instructing."

Lucius stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back. "And what is it that you are qualified to teach, Bella?"

She bared her teeth at him in a smile. "How to destroy weakness."

Hermione's eyes flicked to Draco. He wore his Death Eater black robes and boots. His eyes were hollow and his skin dull. He swallowed once, but gave no other indication of listening.

One of the prisoners began shifting, turning his eyes up to Lucius. "Please," he said in a shaky Swiss German accent. "Please help us—"

One flick of Bella's wand and the man was silent. Cocking her head, she silenced the remaining men.

Lucius strolled to stand behind the prisoners, as if they were a wall between him and his sister-in-law. "You're interfering with the Dark Lord's campaign, Bella. You forget that the Great Order is a champion of the Swiss magical community." He looked down at them. "Who are these men?"

"No one of importance," she said. "Trust me, they won't be missed. Just like the rats in the Manor cellar, yes?" Bellatrix moved behind Draco and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "We have to get our boy strong. Get him ready." She leveled an intent gaze at her brother-in-law. "People have started to talk, Lucius."

Hermione looked to Draco, her heart thundering.

Lucius curled his lip at her. "Then let them. Draco was not brought here to become a common executioner. He has an excellent rapport with the new German Minister, who's upstairs, being forced to endure Dolohov's company while you're playing your little tricks in the basement."

Bellatrix's features fell into a dramatic pout. "Just one before dinner? I won't let Antonin and the others claim that someone with Black blood can't cast an Unforgivable." She lifted a brow. "As for Malfoys…"