Voldemort sat in the middle, on some sort of throne. His red snake's eyes glowed visibly even from this far. They flitted over the crowd, missing nothing. Voldemort saw Hermione before anyone else in the Hall, following her as Dolohov led her through the crowd. By the time they were halfway, the quiet had spread, and the throng split, allowing them a path through. At the end of the Hall, Dolohov bowed low.