Draco glowered at his father before he stepped away from the both of them and took the first one. He appeared in a place he was sure was deep underground. Deeper than the dungeons, or the cellar. So deep the air itself was muggy and the air shined not with magic lights, but with the magical barriers. From sealing what was inside of the room. Though really how much a portrait and the remains of a corpse could do something he didn't know. 