Hermione didn’t think it was possible for Umbridge to increase her pace again, but somehow the squat witch found reserves of speed. As the machinery sounds dissipated Hermione thought she could hear the clop-clop noise of horse-hooves, this time she didn’t manage to get anything but the vague impression of further prisoners kept penned up in individual stalls. Her attention had turned to what she believed was her final destination, as she heard the male voice of an unfamiliar teacher.