Neville pinched the Invisibility Cloak from the inside with one hand and gripped his Wand tightly with the other as he backed into a corner, lips pressed together, watching the Interrogation Room.
A short, stout man walked out of the Interrogation Room, an impatient expression on his face.
He strolled casually up to the mahogany table, threw himself backward without the slightest guard, and plopped down onto the sofa.
"Those two Aurors really are stubborn..." The short, stout man yawned, casually grabbed a glass, and drained the whiskey inside in one gulp.
"Torturing people is tiring too..." He sighed. "Who knows when Bella will finally get bored and kill them..."
Neville bit his lip hard, restraining the urge to cast a spell, and waited in torment for the Venomous Geranium's venom to take effect.
He knew the identity of the short, stout man before him. His name was Rodolphus Lestrange, the husband of Bellatrix Lestrange.
The "Rabastan" Rodolphus Lestrange had called to earlier was his younger brother, Rabastan Lestrange.
"Hm?" Rodolphus Lestrange shook his head hard. His eyes had already lost focus, as if a thin mist had settled over them.
He tried desperately to stand, but it was as though something were dragging him down. His body only swayed a few times before sinking heavily back into the sofa, and his legs, struggling, also turned stiff and weak.
"Could..." He stretched a trembling hand toward the glass, trying to touch the cup he had just drunk from.
Neville was afraid Rodolphus Lestrange would touch the glass beside him, so he did not give Rodolphus Lestrange the chance.
He hurried to Rodolphus Lestrange's side and pressed down on Rodolphus Lestrange's head.
"There... there..." Rodolphus Lestrange had already realized something and struggled to warn his companions in the Interrogation Room.
But