"No." Hermione held her breath as she imagined him fighting the impulse to speak. He let out a grunt of frustration, and Hermione felt a dose of grim satisfaction. There it was. "But generally, he’s holding court in one of his followers’ manors." Hermione filed the information away quickly, shooting off another question even as she was hit with a silencio. But it was too late. The first word of her question hung in the air. "Who-"