It was exactly the same as how it had felt the only time they had been able to track down and infiltrate Malfoy’s home—the first one, that is, in which he had held Hermione. The second time had been after Malfoy had kidnapped him and cut off his ear, then held him in the dungeon. Every inch of the place was drenched in spells and enchantments for concealment and containment. They hung so heavy in the air that it made him feel as though he were walking through an invisible current. It was incredible—and disturbing.