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‘You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead—’

‘You know, Quidditch was about the only thing in this place worth staying for.’

‘What do you mean, “in there”?’ demanded Hermione, jumping down from the bottom step and sounding much angrier than the occasion warranted, ‘there isn't any “in there", it's just an archway, there's no room for anybody to be there. Harry, stop it, come away—’

‘Jolly good,’ said Professor Grubbly-Plank, and Professor Umbridge set off back across the lawn to the castle.

‘Just thinking ...’ she said, still frowning at the rain-washed window.

‘Well ...’ said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backwards in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. ‘Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley.’

‘Why?’ said Harry eagerly, dropping the end of his trunk. ‘Why does he want me to stay? What else did he say?’

‘Where did you go?’ asked Harry, staring at him.

‘My mother,’ I rejoined.