"Shut up, you filthy mudblood." He snarled, lashing out at her again. Voldemort stood up, red eyes flashing, and Dolohov skittered away from Hermione to grovel at his feet. He started to beg. "My Lord, please. There were too many of them. We lost seven of our own. He was able to apparate before I could reach him, him and the Weasley girl, but I got Granger, my Lord, plea-" 