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"
Dung
,
"
he
muttered
furiously
,
"
great
sizzling
dragon
bogies
...
frog
brains
...
rat
intestines
...
I
've
had
enough
of
it
...
make
an
example
...
where
's
the
form
...
yes
...
"
He
retrieved
a
large
roll
of
parchment
from
his
desk
drawer
and
stretched
it
out
in
front
of
him
,
dipping
his
long
black
quill
into
the
ink
pot
.
"
Name
...
Harry
Potter
.
Crime
...
"
"
It
was
only
a
bit
of
mud
!
"
said
Harry
.
"
It
's
only
a
bit
of
mud
to
you
,
boy
,
but
to
me
it
's
an
extra
hour
scrubbing
!
"
shouted
Filch
,
a
drip
shivering
unpleasantly
at
the
end
of
his
bulbous
nose
.
"
Crime
...
befouling
the
castle
...
suggested
sentence
...
"
Dabbing
at
his
streaming
nose
,
Filch
squinted
unpleasantly
at
Harry
who
waited
with
bated
breath
for
his
sentence
to
fall
.
But
as
Filch
lowered
his
quill
,
there
was
a
great
BANG
!
on
the
ceiling
of
the
office
,
which
made
the
oil
lamp
rattle
.
"
PEEVES
!
"
Filch
roared
,
flinging
down
his
quill
in
a
transport
of
rage
.
"
I
'll
have
you
this
time
,
I
'll
have
you
!
"
And
without
a
backward
glance
at
Harry
,
Filch
ran
flat-footed
from
the
office
,
Mrs.
Norris
streaking
alongside
him
.
