"Dumbledore cornered!" he said, and he turned to a stocky little woman who looked as though she could be his sister and who was grinning eagerly. "Dumbledore wandless, Dumbledore alone! Well done, Draco, well done!"
"Heís not long for this world anyway, if you ask me!" said the lopsided man, to the accompaniment of his sisterís wheezing giggles. "Look at him ó whatís happened to you, then, Dumby?"
"Whatís that mean, then, whatís that mean?" yelled the Death Eater, suddenly violent. "Always the same, werenít yeh, Dumby, talking and doing nothing, nothing. I donít even know why the Dark Lordís bothering to kill yer! Come on, Draco, do it!"
"Weíve got a problem, Snape," said the lumpy Amycus, whose eyes and wand were fixed alike upon Dumbledore, "the boy doesnít seem able ó"
"Crucio ó Crucio ó you canít dance forever, pretty ó"
"I don't know, do I? Shut it!" snarled an uncouth voice that Harry knew was that of the Carrow brother, Amycus. "Alecto? Alecto? Are you there? Have you got him? Open the door!"
"ALECTO! If he comes, and we haven't got Potter -- do you want to go the same way as the Malfoys? ANSWER ME!" Amycus bellowed, shaking the door for all he was worth, but still, it did not open.
"Trying - to get - through this damned - door!" shouted Amycus. "Go and get Flitwick! Get him to open it, now!"
"She isn't answering, you old besom! You open it! Garn! Do it, now!"
"What've they done, the little whelps?" he screamed. "I'll Cruciate the lot of 'em 'til they tell me who did it - and what's the Dark Lord going to say?" he shreiked, standing over his sister and smacking himself on the forhead with his fist. "We haven't got him, and they've gorn and killed her!"
"No she bludering well won't!" bellowed Amycus. "Not after the Dark Lord gets hold of her! She's gorn and sent for hm, I felt me Mark burn, and he thinks we've got Potter!"
"He told us Potter might try and get inside Ravenclaw Tower, and to send for him if we caught him!"
"We was told he might come in here!" said Carrow. "I dunno why, do I?"
"We can push it off on the kids," said Amycus, his pig-like face suddenly crafty. "Yeah, that's what we'll do. We'll say Alecto was ambushed by the kids, them kids up there," he looked up at the starry ceiling towards the dormitories, "and we'll say they forced her to press her Mark, and that's why he got a false alarm ... he can punish them. couple of kids more or less, what's the difference?"
"It's not a case of what you'll permit, Minerva McGonagall. Your time's over. It's us what's in charge here now, and you'll back me up or you'll pay the price."