            "You are aware of my...restrictions," he said, gesturing down. Hermione’s gaze slid down the front of his robes, landing on the hint of copper shining above his leather boot. "Not only does the anklet diminish my magic and prevent me from leaving London or the Manor, other than during pre-determined assignments, but it wards off certain areas of the Ministry. Ones that they would be remiss to let a dark wizard wander about."