Remembering the instructions, Pansy strutted inside with her head held high, trying not to shudder when she saw the large hall with its rows upon rows of cages containing huddled figures. Human beings. If they could still be called that. If their life on the island hadn’t stripped them of every semblance of humanity. Izabella raised her wand and a loud, ear-splitting sound echoed in the desolate dungeon.