He had taken the responsibility of hunting down the muggleborns who left the country, as citizens of magical Britain they were required to follow the laws of the land. He hadn’t had much luck in that regard but recently heard a rumor a few of the muggleborns from Gryffindor holed up in some cave in Germany. They weren’t, but the animals that were there didn’t give the wizard much of a chance to do more than release a half scream before his throat was ripped open. The litter of European Lynx fed on the body until it was time for the kittens to move on.