As soon as she could breathe again, Hermione slammed up her Occulumency walls, fortifying her brain with more concentration than ever. She took the time to add more locks and safeguards before she took stock of where she was. The light was overwhelming, and she blinked away spots. The Three Broomsticks, with five Death Eaters, clustered around her. The one holding her wrist twisted it up behind her, making her back arch, as another Death Eater approached, removing his mask. Antonin Dolohov. Hermione's stomach twisted. Dolohov smiled.