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“We did!” said Hermione. “But none of us could fit it into our schedules!”
“Who are you?” said Mr. Fang.
“This house where you are come to live.”
“They are here. Had you any conversation with the prisoner?”
“Thank you,” said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bag. “Please, Harry, get that Cloak on!”
“What business is it of yours?” demanded Mrs. Bumble again.
“Then she ought to look more cheerful. Come here, Miss Jane:
“That's obvious,” whispered Hermione. “There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
“That was the fever, my dear,” said the old lady mildly.
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