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"
Yes
.
It
's
been
out-of-order
all
year
because
she
keeps
having
tantrums
and
flooding
the
place
.
I
never
went
in
there
anyway
if
I
could
avoid
it
;
it
's
awful
trying
to
have
a
pee
with
her
wailing
at
you
--
"
"
Look
,
food
!
"
said
Ron
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
dungeon
was
a
long
table
,
also
covered
in
black
velvet
.
They
approached
it
eagerly
but
next
moment
had
stopped
in
their
tracks
,
horrified
.
The
smell
was
quite
disgusting
.
Large
,
rotten
fish
were
laid
on
handsome
silver
platters
;
cakes
,
burned
charcoal-black
,
were
heaped
on
salvers
;
there
was
a
great
maggoty
haggis
,
a
slab
of
cheese
covered
in
furry
green
mold
and
,
in
pride
of
place
,
an
enormous
gray
cake
in
the
shape
of
a
tombstone
,
with
tar-like
icing
forming
the
words
,
SIR
NICHOLAS
DE
MIMSY-PORPINGTON
DIED
31ST
OCTOBER
,
1492
Harry
watched
,
amazed
,
as
a
portly
ghost
approached
the
table
,
crouched
low
,
and
walked
through
it
,
his
mouth
held
wide
so
that
it
passed
through
one
of
the
stinking
salmon
.
"
Can
you
taste
it
if
you
walk
though
it
?
"
Harry
asked
him
.
"
Almost
,
"
said
the
ghost
sadly
,
and
he
drifted
away
.
"
I
expect
they
've
let
it
rot
to
give
it
a
stronger
flavor
,
"
said
Hermione
knowledgeably
,
pinching
her
nose
and
leaning
closer
to
look
at
the
putrid
haggis
.
