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"
It
's
time
you
earned
it
,
"
said
Harry
.
The
floor
trembled
;
there
was
a
sound
of
running
footsteps
,
then
the
door
to
the
sitting
room
burst
open
and
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Weasley
ran
in
.
"
We
--
we
thought
we
heard
--
"
began
Mr.
Weasley
,
looking
thoroughly
alarmed
at
the
sight
of
Harry
and
the
Minister
virtually
nose
to
nose
.
"
--
raised
voices
,
"
panted
Mrs.
Weasley
.
Scrimgeour
took
a
couple
of
steps
back
from
Harry
,
glancing
at
the
hole
he
had
made
in
Harry
's
T-shirt
.
He
seemed
to
regret
his
loss
of
temper
.
"
It
--
it
was
nothing
,
"
he
growled
.
"
I
...
regret
your
attitude
,
"
he
said
,
looking
Harry
full
in
the
face
once
more
.
"
You
seem
to
think
that
the
Ministry
does
not
desire
what
you
--
what
Dumbledore
--
desired
.
We
ought
to
be
working
together
.
"
"
I
do
n't
like
your
methods
,
Minister
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Remember
?
"
For
the
second
time
,
he
raised
his
right
fist
and
displayed
to
Scrimgeour
the
scars
that
still
showed
white
on
the
back
of
it
,
spelling
I
must
not
tell
lies
.
Scrimgeour
's
expression
hardened
.
He
turned
away
without
another
word
and
limped
from
the
room
.
Mrs.
Weasley
hurried
after
him
;
Harry
heard
her
stop
at
the
back
door
.
After
a
minute
or
so
she
called
,
"
He
's
gone
!
"
"
What
did
he
want
?
"
Mr.
Weasley
asked
,
looking
around
at
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
as
Mrs.
Weasley
came
hurrying
back
to
them
.
