Any questions he'd been about to ask were undercut by the new, nasally voice speaking up. Harry whirled to face the goblin squarely, squinting into the darker corner and reaching for a wand he didn't actually bloody have.
Sodding Death Eaters. Harry felt naked without a wand after all the time he and Hermione had felt on edge, grabbing for wands at any little noise.
"Griphook? Why is there a goblin tossed down here?" Harry asked. He frowned though, thinking of the articles they'd seen in strewn papers about the bank, and what had gone on. "Is this about the pureblood accounts?"
Harry looked uncomfortable at Luna's question. "We think so," he answered awkwardly and apologetic. "But we're not really sure."