"May I take things one step further? If the warden can keep the Dementors away for a bit, I’d like to call house-elf Dobby to the ten Death Eaters’ part of the prison, and Dobby can bring me a table covered with a white tablecloth, a chair, and Muggle fizzy drinks and Muggle snacks. All quite genteel, all quite refined, and all quite joyful. And all the while, those ten dangerous Death Eaters stand in their little barred cells and gnash their teeth."