It took Hermione a few minutes to orientate herself properly to her surroundings, the big barn that loomed large in her vision was entirely new and had replaced Hagrid’s Old Gamekeeper’s Hut. She could hear odd sounds of machinery, which was incongruous for a space that she always associated with nature. Umbridge continued her fast progress through the wide barn door, her stubby legs working overtime to maintain the forced fast pace. Hermione could see the machinery sounds were milking machines, but it took her shocked mind a few seconds to rationalise that it was assorted females rather than cattle that seemed to be hooked to the monstrous machines. She couldn’t make out any of the faces of these poor human cows, as they seemed universally bound in the same manner. Their bodies bent over, with large suction cups covering their breasts. A small channel seemed to be cut into the barn floor, presumably for sanitary purposes, to complete the barnyard parody she also though she spied a large trough running the length of the barn too.