I thought a swot like her would be minister of magic by now but that role had gone to Shacklebolt. I sat against the concrete walls and wondered just what Potter was up to. Why come to see me in my cell with Weasley and McGonagall of all people. Were they going to hand deliver me to the dementors? I wasn’t present when my verdict was read, none of the papers I’d been able to steal had reported on it, so I wasn’t sure what to think.