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The familiar sweet perfume spreading from the fire met their nostrils as they emerged at the top of the stepladder. As ever, the curtains were all closed; the circular room was bathed in a dim reddish light cast by the many lamps, which were all draped with scarves and shawls. Harry and Ron walked through the mass of occupied chintz chairs and poufs that cluttered the room, and sat down at the same small circular table.
"The what?" said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
"Of course I will," she said. "You just look after Mad-Eye, we'll be fine."
"Well, the fat's really in the fire now," he told Mrs. Weasley as he sat down in an armchair near the hearth and toyed unenthusiastically with his somewhat shriveled cauliflower. "Rita Skeeter's been ferreting around all week, looking for more Ministry mess-ups to report. And now she's found out about poor old Bertha going missing, so that'll be the headline in the Prophet tomorrow. I told Bagman he should have sent someone to look for her ages ago."
"Yeah, it was a human voice," said Ron.
"Hermione's a witch," Harry snarled.
Winky began to tremble worse than ever. Her giant eyes flickered from Mr. Diggory, to
escape right under Snape's overlarge nose - Snape and Sirius had been enemies since their own school days.
"Fanks," he said in a muffled voice, and then, with a small pop, vanished.
Hagrid pointed down into the crates.
"It was only a dream," said Ron bracingly. "Just a nightmare."
"You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry - both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him from launching himself at Malfoy - "that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?"
"Either explain what you're on about or go away, Malfoy," said Hermione testily, over the top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4.
"That's not the song it sang when it Sorted us," said Harry, clapping along with everyone else.
"Your guess is as good as ours, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley. "But I'll tell you this. . .
Neville's foot had sunk right through a step halfway up the staircase. There were many of these trick stairs at Hogwarts; it was second nature to most of the older students to jump this particular step, but Neville's memory was notoriously poor. Harry and Ron seized him under the armpits and pulled him out, while a suit of armor at the top of the stairs creaked and clanked, laughing wheezily.。
The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbhedore shook it, muttering words Harry couldn't hear. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side.？