"Yes, let's." Hermione looked over at the graves appraisingly, wondering where would be best to start. Her experience in just her hotel room -- and the maybe inferius in her wardrobe -- over the last 24 hours made her sure that something would appear, but she knew that some would be more talkative than others. If they talked at all.
She led the way over to the nearest grave, her wand out and at the ready, and squinted to read the tombstone. "Ooh, this one was... stabbed twenty-nine times in a bathtub, apparently. I don't know why they'd put that on the tombstone, but..."
Hermione jerked back then as a ghost did begin to rise out of the grave, bloodier than the Baron had ever been and looking all the more unhappy. "Hello," she tried, her free hand up. "We come in peace."