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"Ready?" he whispered to Hermione. "YotM better hold on to me --
"Right after we'd gone down into the passage!" said Hermione. "If only Dumbledore had come with us..."
"Professor, Black's telling the truth -- we saw Pettigrew "-- he escaped when Professor Lupin turned into a werewolf --"
"And so we would have," said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case. "I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle."
The moment they disappeared, the tree began to move again. Seconds later, they heard footsteps quite close by. Dumbledore, Macnair, Fudge, and the old Committee member were making their way up to the castle.
he paid a man to fit bars on Harry's window. He himself fitted a cat- flap in the bedroom door, so that small amounts of food could be pushed inside three times a day. They let Harry out to use the bathroom morning and evening. Otherwise, he was locked in his room around the clock.
"Put your foot down, Fred!" yelled Ron, and the car shot suddenly toward the moon.
"Draco Malfoy," Harry explained. "He hates me."
ife at the Burrow was as different as possible from life on Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys' house burst with the strange and unexpected. Harry got a shock the first time he looked in the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece and it shouted, "Tuck your shirt in, scruffy!" The ghoul in the attic howled and dropped pipes whenever he felt things were getting too quiet, and small explosions from Fred and George's bedroom were considered perfectly normal. What Harry found most unusual about life at Ron's, however, wasn't the talking mirror or the clanking ghoul: It was the fact that everybody there seemed to like him.
"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the - at the top
From what Harry could see of Hermione's face, she looked terrified.
"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing," said George. "But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden. House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldn't catch one in our house . . . ."
"I expect they've just been - wait a minute," said Harry, frowning. "How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"
"Perfect. . . Dudley?"
"I don't think he could," said Harry. "I told you, every time he got close to letting something slip, he started banging his head against the wall."