Nott, II
"Guilty?" The inquisitor was perplexed, and pleased. Relief eased the wrinkles at his eyes and he leaned back a bit in his bench seat. He even took the time to remove his glasses and rub the bridge of his nose with such a relaxed posture, he even cleaned the lenses before putting them back on.
"This does seem to make things a bit simpler, now doesn't it, Mr Nott. We certainly can understand the need to protect family memory, but we cannot abide Death Eaters." His sympathetic tone resonated in the large chamber. It may have only sounded sympathetic. "How long had you been masterminding this escape of your father's fellow Death Eaters?"