He dragged Crabbe and Goyle silently behind him, and the familiar sight of stacks upon stacks of useless items made his stomach turn. While he was here, he really should set fire to that fucking vanishing cabinet, and the very least it might be cathartic to watch the wood burn. He strained to hear what the trio were saying, something about destroying a tiara. From behind a tower of discarded texts he watched as they split up, and he motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow Potter and Weasley, while he went after Granger.