Cracks began to show in the stone that housed the bolt of the locked gate. The immense creature pounded furiously, snarling and growling, at the cast iron bars. Fragments of broken claw and tooth littered the cell floor as it ripped and tore in fervent desperation. The cell that Dumbledore had chosen for Draco was, as one would expect, chosen for Draco. Could a boy of 17, without his wand, magically inclined or not, break these bars? Could a young man, with an aluminum fork or spoon, chip away the ancient stone undeterred? No.