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“And who can wonder if it be so, mother?” rejoined the young

“Does it make a difference?” asked Hermione.

“Excellent,” said Dumbledore. “Tell him what has happened. Tell him I will be in direct contact with him shortly. He will need to be discreet, however. If Fudge thinks I am interfering at the Ministry -”

“D'you think it's gone?” Harry whispered.

“And do you take no one with you?”

“As long as you don’t know whether they are in that room or

“Approach the table,” said he; and I wheeled it to his couch.

“Don't let go, now!” she cried, and her voice echoed like Cedric's as though from very far away. “Don't let him get you, Harry - don't let go!”

“Clear off!” Ron snapped at them, waving the fist holding Pigwidgeon, who hooted more happily than ever as he soared through the air. “Here - take it, Harry,” Ron added in an undertone as the third-year girls scuttled away looking scandalized. He pulled Sirius's reply off Pigwidgeons leg. Harry pocketed it, and they hurried back to Gryffindor Tower to read it.