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He
told
Hermione
everything
that
Muriel
had
told
him
.
When
he
had
finished
,
Hermione
said
,
"
Of
course
,
I
can
see
why
that
's
upset
you
,
Harry
--
"
"
I
'm
not
upset
,
"
he
lied
,
"
I
'd
just
like
to
know
whether
or
not
it
's
true
or
--
"
"
Harry
,
do
you
really
think
you
'll
get
the
truth
from
a
malicious
old
woman
like
Muriel
,
or
from
Rita
Skeeter
?
How
can
you
believe
them
?
You
knew
Dumbledore
!
"
"
I
thought
I
did
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
But
you
know
how
much
truth
there
was
in
everything
Rita
wrote
about
you
!
Doge
is
right
,
how
can
you
let
these
people
tarnish
your
memories
of
Dumbledore
?
"
He
looked
away
,
trying
not
to
betray
the
resentment
he
felt
.
There
it
was
again
:
Choose
what
to
believe
.
He
wanted
the
truth
.
Why
was
everybody
so
determined
that
he
should
not
get
it
?
"
Shall
we
go
down
to
the
kitchen
?
"
Hermione
suggested
after
a
little
pause
.
"
Find
something
for
breakfast
?
"
He
agreed
,
but
grudgingly
,
and
followed
her
out
onto
the
landing
and
past
the
second
door
that
led
off
it
.
There
were
deep
scratch
marks
in
the
paintwork
below
a
small
sign
that
he
had
not
noticed
in
the
dark
.
He
paused
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
to
read
it
.
It
was
a
pompous
little
sign
,
neatly
lettered
by
hand
,
the
sort
of
thing
that
Percy
Weasley
might
have
stuck
on
his
bedroom
door
:
Do
Not
Enter
