Neville fought against every instinct that urged him to rush forward and put himself between the two. It was the strangest sense to feel his magic curbed inside him, blocking him from using its full potential—otherwise he would have hurled curse after curse to distract Malfoy and give him enough time to snatch Luna and Apparate away. If he tried that now, his casts would produce nothing, and he would likely fall dead to the ground before he could reach Luna.