Questions were clearly going through the two boys’ heads; it was in their muted faces. But they weren’t going to be given answers. Not yet they weren’t. Instead they, along with Cormac, were shortly strapped down to the examination tables where they had Pomfrey and her assistants – both House Elves and assigned Workers – poke and prod at them. Needles with potions to be directed straight to their veins, while at the same time having their junk forced into ejaculation to provide as much semen as they could collect before the full body suits were bought out for them to be encased in.