Ron almost grabbed Harry to keep him from running up to the man - who knew what sort of trick this was? - but hesitated a moment too long. His jaw dropped a little when it worked, and all of a sudden Harry was handing him back his own wand. He snatched it up immediately, and trained it promptly on the Death Eater in the doorway. The more confused he became, the less he trusted that they'd come out of it well. Hermione's words started a little shoot of hope in him, but it was just a bit too good to be true.
"Why?" he demanded, even as he was edging towards the stairs that led out of the cellar. It sounded like the answer was money, but he had been sure all these bastards were rich as sin.