" Well, yes, I told them one might like a bit of peace and quiet like a normal human being. But they don't listen, they don't, " he moans, waving his arms tiredly towards the gravestone.
Wormtail raised his new silver hand, pulled out the wad of material gagging Harry, and then, with one swipe, cut through the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone.
Depicted on the flat gravestone was the figure of a man standing with his hands together at the thumbs, palms facing outward, referencing the interred person's charitable nature.