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But
there
was
no
time
to
discuss
the
matter
;
a
second
later
,
Mr.
Weasley
had
appeared
out
of
thin
air
at
the
gate
,
accompanied
by
Rufus
Scrimgeour
,
instantly
recognizable
by
his
mane
of
grizzled
hair
.
The
two
newcomers
marched
across
the
yard
toward
the
garden
and
the
lantern-lit
table
,
where
everybody
sat
in
silence
,
watching
them
draw
closer
.
As
Scrimgeour
came
within
range
of
the
lantern
light
,
Harry
saw
that
he
looked
much
older
than
the
last
time
they
had
met
,
scraggy
and
grim
.
"
Sorry
to
intrude
,
"
said
Scrimgeour
,
as
he
limped
to
a
halt
before
the
table
.
"
Especially
as
I
can
see
that
I
am
gate-crashing
a
party
.
"
His
eyes
lingered
for
a
moment
on
the
giant
Snitch
cake
.
"
Many
happy
returns
.
"
"
Thanks
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
require
a
private
word
with
you
,
"
Scrimgeour
went
on
.
"
Also
with
Mr.
Ronald
Weasley
and
Miss
Hermione
Granger
.
"
"
Us
?
"
said
Ron
,
sounding
surprised
.
"
Why
us
?
"
"
I
shall
tell
you
that
when
we
are
somewhere
more
private
,
"
said
Scrimgeour
.
"
Is
there
such
a
place
?
"
he
demanded
of
Mr.
Weasley
.
"
Yes
,
of
course
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
who
looked
nervous
.
"
The
,
er
,
sitting
room
,
why
do
n't
you
use
that
?
"
