"I agree," Cerise murmured. Her hands came to rest in her lap and she twisted them nervously before continuing, "They got what they wanted out of your father, or at least all they thought they would get. And then... they killed him. The Killing Curse, so-" She swallowed hard. "-so it was quick. But then after- after, they-" Her mouth was dry and she was fumbling over the words. "After, they c-cut off his left arm and b-burned it and then- Ils ont déchiré en lui juste parce qu'ils ne pouvaient ..."