It takes another hour for the argument to move from the bell to the room, and by then Malfoid is not holding the rope so much as hanging from it.

MalfoidI keep deciding and then I think about my father's name in that cell and I decide the other way. It is like being two people and neither of them is any good at this.

MioneThen stop deciding about him. He is not here and he has not been here since May and you are on a rope in a bell tower at midnight.

The rope goes slack for the first time and the bell swings slower, and Corvina says nothing because Corvina has seen this before and knows better.