She saw the slight change in his expressions despite his indifferent mask, "Awwww... behind those sneers and insults, does the greasy dungeon bat have a warm fuzzy heart? Is that it? No, that can't be all. Well as much as I yearn for that little secret of yours, I'll let you in on one. You won't be able to protect him now. Oh, I'll let the old coot play his games with Harry, I've learnt a fair great deal from dear Ron in our little encounter back in Hogsmeade which you, Oh not so rudely interrupted. But this works too. I got the info, I get a greasy-bat to play instead of a redhead-weasel, one of which I've already played with, so it's win-win. He'll get his turn, though you won't get to enjoy that treat. I'll have fun breaking you, others were too easy. You, on the other hand, "Expert Occlumens!', let's see how far your expertise helps."