Albus nods curtly at his hand, which Scorpius is still clutching. "How else would I have got the ring? There was only this single draugr living in the burial mound, who, remarkably, was as tame as a lamb and, contrary to what the professors of our venerable school claimed, had no interest whatsoever in getting the ring back. But there were others, in other burial mounds. Not one of those has been properly... preserved." Albus curls his lips into a disgusted grin. "Burning them was an interesting, stomach-churning experience."