Several moments of silence passed before Hermione looked at Ginny. Her eyes were swooping around the room, a plan developing behind them. If only she had insight into the strategy her friend was building. There wasn’t time to figure it out though, because the vile form of Lord Voldemort burst through the doors. Malfoy and Nott spun to face him, their visages flickering to those of disinterest. The  muffliato  was dropped instantly.