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"
Half
an
inch
of
skin
and
sinew
holding
my
neck
on
,
Harry
!
Most
people
would
think
that
's
good
and
beheaded
,
but
oh
,
no
,
it
's
not
enough
for
Sir
Properly
Decapitated-Podmore
.
"
Nearly
Headless
Nick
took
several
deep
breaths
and
then
said
,
in
a
far
calmer
tone
,
"
So
-
what
's
bothering
you
?
Anything
I
can
do
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Not
unless
you
know
where
we
can
get
seven
free
Nimbus
Two
Thousand
and
Ones
for
our
match
against
Sly
-
"
The
rest
of
Harry
's
sentence
was
drowned
out
by
a
high-pitched
mewling
from
somewhere
near
his
ankles
.
He
looked
down
and
found
himself
gazing
into
a
pair
of
lamp-like
yellow
eyes
.
It
was
Mrs.
Norris
,
the
skeletal
gray
cat
who
was
used
by
the
caretaker
,
Argus
Filch
,
as
a
sort
of
deputy
in
his
endless
battle
against
students
.
"
You
'd
better
get
out
of
here
,
Harry
,
"
said
Nick
quickly
.
"
Filch
is
n't
in
a
good
mood
-
he
's
got
the
flu
and
some
third
years
accidentally
plastered
frog
brains
all
over
the
ceiling
in
dungeon
five
.
He
's
been
cleaning
all
morning
,
and
if
he
sees
you
dripping
mud
all
over
the
place
--
"
"
Right
,
"
said
Harry
,
backing
away
from
the
accusing
stare
of
Mrs.
Norris
,
but
not
quickly
enough
.
Drawn
to
the
spot
by
the
mysterious
power
that
seemed
to
connect
him
with
his
foul
cat
,
Argus
Filch
burst
suddenly
through
a
tapestry
to
Harry
's
right
,
wheezing
and
looking
wildly
about
for
the
rule-breaker
.
There
was
a
thick
tartan
scarf
bound
around
his
head
,
and
his
nose
was
unusually
purple
.
"
Filth
!
"
he
shouted
,
his
jowls
aquiver
,
his
eyes
popping
alarmingly
as
he
pointed
at
the
muddy
puddle
that
had
dripped
from
Harry
's
Quidditch
robes
.
"
Mess
and
muck
everywhere
!
I
've
had
enough
of
it
,
I
tell
you
!
Follow
me
,
Potter
!
"
So
Harry
waved
a
gloomy
good-bye
to
Nearly
Headless
Nick
and
followed
Filch
back
downstairs
,
doubling
the
number
of
muddy
footprints
on
the
floor
.
Harry
had
never
been
inside
Filch
's
office
before
;
it
was
a
place
most
students
avoided
.
The
room
was
dingy
and
windowless
,
lit
by
a
single
oil
lamp
dangling
from
the
low
ceiling
.
A
faint
smell
of
fried
fish
lingered
about
the
place
.
Wooden
filing
cabinets
stood
around
the
walls
;
from
their
labels
,
Harry
could
see
that
they
contained
details
of
every
pupil
Filch
had
ever
punished
.
Fred
and
George
Weasley
had
an
entire
drawer
to
themselves
.
A
highly
polished
collection
of
chains
and
manacles
hung
on
the
wall
behind
Filch
's
desk
.
It
was
common
knowledge
that
he
was
always
begging
Dumbledore
to
let
him
suspend
students
by
their
ankles
from
the
ceiling
.
Filch
grabbed
a
quill
from
a
pot
on
his
desk
and
began
shuffling
around
looking
for
parchment
.
