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Yeah, said Ron, emerging from under the cloak holding the wizards bag, but I still think a whole pile of unconscious bodies would have drawn more attention. Keen on his job, though, isnt he. Chuck us the hair and the potion, then. Within two minutes, Ron stood before them, as small and ferrety as the sick wizard, and wearing the navy blue robes that had been folded in his bag. Weird he wasnt wearing them today, wasnt it, seeing how much he wanted to go. Anyway, Im Reg Cattermole, according to the label in the back. Now wait here, Hermione told Harry, who was still under the Invisibility Cloak, and well be back with some hairs for you. He had to wait ten minutes, but it seemed much longer to Harry, skulking alone in the sick-splattered alleyway beside the door concealing the Stunned Mafalda. Finally Ron and Hermione reappeared. We dont know who he is, Hermione said, passing Harry several curly black hairs, but hes gone home with a dreadful nosebleed. Here, hes pretty tall, youll need bigger robes. She pulled out a set of the old robes Kreacher had laundered for them, and Harry retired to take the potion and change. Once the painful transformation was complete he was more than six feet tall and, from what he could tell from his well-muscled arms, powerfully built. He also had a beard. Stowing the Invisibility Cloak and his glasses inside his new robes, he rejoined the other two. Blimey, thats scary, said Ron, looking up at Harry, who now towered over him. Take one of Mafaldas tokens, Hermione told Harry, and lets go, its nearly nine. They stepped out of the alleyway together. Fifty yards along the crowded pavement there were spiked black railings flanking two flights of steps, one labeled GENTLEMEN, the other LADIES. See you in a moment, then, said Hermione nervously, and she tottered off down the steps to LADIES. 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Harry received a heavy blow on the back of the legs: Another wizard had just flown out of the fireplace behind him. Out of the way, cant y - oh, sorry, Runcorn. Clearly frightened, the balding wizard hurried away. Apparently the man whom Harry was impersonating, Runcorn, was intimidating. Psst. said a voice, and he looked around to see a wispy little witch and the ferrety wizard from Magical Maintenance gesturing to him from over beside the statue. Harry hastened to join them. You got in all right, then. Hermione whispered to Harry. No, hes still stuck in the bog, said Ron. Oh, very funny. Its horrible, isnt it. she said to Harry, who was staring up at the statue. Have you seen what theyre sitting on. 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The Ministry workers beside them fell silent, their eyes downcast; Harry could feel fear rippling through them. The mans scowling, slightly brutish face was somehow at odds with his magnificent, sweeping robes, which were embroidered with much gold thread. Someone in the crowd around the lifts called sycophantically, Morning, Yaxley. Yaxley ignored them. I requested somebody from Magical Maintenance to sort out my office, Cattermole. Its still raining in there. Ron looked around as though hoping somebody else would intervene, but nobody spoke. Raining. in your office. Thats - thats not good, is it. Ron gave a nervous laugh. Yaxleys eyes widened. You think its funny, Cattermole, do you. A pair of witches broke away from the queue for the lift and bustled off. No, said Ron, no, of course - You realize that I am on my way downstairs to interrogate your wife, Cattermole. In fact, Im quite surprised youre not down there holding her hand while she waits. Already given her up as a bad job, have you. Probably wise. Be sure and marry a pureblood next time. Hermione had let out a little squeak of horror. Yaxley looked at her. She coughed feebly and turned away. I - I - stammered Ron. But if my wife were accused of being a Mudblood, said Yaxley, - not that any woman I married would ever be mistaken for such filth - and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing, I would make it my priority to do that job, Cattermole. Do you understand me. Yes, whispered Ron. Then attend to it, Cattermole, and if my office is not completely dry within an hour, your wifes Blood Status will be in even graver doubt than it is now. The golden grille before them clattered open. With a nod and unpleasant smile to Harry, who was evidently expected to appreciate this treatment of Cattermole, Yaxley swept away toward another lift. Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered theirs, but nobody followed them: It was as if they were infectious. The grilles shut with a clang and the lift began to move upward. What am I going to do. Ron asked the other two at once; he looked stricken. If I dont turn up, my wife - I mean, Cattermoles wife - Well come with you, we should stick together - began Harry, but Ron shook his head feverishly. Thats mental, we havent got much time. You two find Umbridge, Ill go and sort out Yaxleys office - but how do I stop it raining. Try Finite Incantatem, said Hermione at once, that should stop the rain if its a hex or curse; if it doesnt, somethings gone wrong with an Atmospheric Charm, which will be more difficult to fix, so as an interim measure try Impervius to protect his belongings - Say it again, slowly - said Ron, searching his pockets desperately for a quill, but at that moment the lift juddered to a halt. 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There was no authors name upon the pamphlet, but again, the scars on the back of his right hand seemed to tingle as he examined it. Then the young witch beside him confirmed his suspicion as she said, still waving and twirling her wand, Will the old hag be interrogating Mudbloods all day, does anyone know. Careful, said the wizard beside her, this web page around nervously; one of his pages slipped and fell to the floor. What, has she got magic ears as well as an eye, now. The witch glanced toward the shining mahogany door facing the space full of pamphlet-makers; Harry looked too, and rage reared in him like a snake. Where there might have been a peephole on a Muggle front door, a large, round eye with a bright blue iris had been set into the wood - an eye that was shockingly familiar to anybody who had known Alastor Moody. For a split second Harry forgot where he was and what he was doing there: He even forgot that he was invisible. 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Then he turned to face the room again, raised his wand, and murmured, Accio Locket. Nothing happened, but he had not expected it to; no doubt Umbridge knew all about protective charms and spells. He therefore hurried behind her desk and began pulling open the drawers. He saw quills and notebooks and Spellotape; enchanted paper clips that coiled snakelike from their drawer and had to be beaten back; a fussy little lace box full of spare hair bows and clips; but no sign of a locket. There was a filing cabinet behind the desk: Harry set to searching it. Like Filchs filing cabinets at Hogwarts, it was full of folders, each labeled with a name. It was not until Harry reached the bottommost drawer that he saw something to distract him from his search: Mr. Weasleys file. He pulled it out and opened it. ARTHUR WEASLEY BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood, but with unacceptable pro-Muggle leanings. Known member of the Order of the Phoenix. FAMILY: Wife (pureblood), seven children, two youngest at Hogwarts.
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