Hermione could see an aquarium cage fearing that the former headmistress had some Merpeople in captivity, but she couldn’t make out any forms in the etherial blue water, only seeing the reflection of her own debauchery in the dark glass. As the group’s progress down the hallway continued undaunted, she could feel the twin tongues probing ever deeper inside of her. In the last cage, she noticed some emaciated werewolves, their pink collars highlighting thin necks. Hermione noted the distinctive stubby snout and intelligent human eyes peering out from the shadows, she was horrified that these people seemed to be trapped in their wolf-like state, she knew that it wasn’t night-time, she had seen the daylight as her carpet was levitated passed Umbridge’s open window. She was struck by the all encompassing cruelty of the former High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. Once again Hermione was impressed by the evil ingenuity of the Voldermort-lead Ministry regime.