"Come, Minister. The Dark Lord wishes for a report on your progress." He swept away, and they followed down a corridor, and into a large room, Hermione recognised as the former staffroom. Voldemort was seated in an oversized comfortable chair, fire blazing only a shade lighter than his eyes. Hermione felt them rake up and down her, and she shivered. Her carefully constructed Occlumency was in place. She put the finishing touches on it like one would decorate a Christmas tree.