"You are questioning me? I believe you were there when the Dark Lord made my position clear. By questioning me, you are questioning him. What I tell you, you do. What I tell your father, he does. And don't pretend as if you don't mostly listen to your mother." Barty rolled his eyes and, finally, finished his protective spell. Like a golden web, something settled around the locket. He took a deep breath, then picked it up, immediately letting it slide into his pocket.

"Put the box where you found it. Ideally, we will leave here undetected."