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Harry
looked
at
Ron
and
Hermione
;
their
expressions
reflected
the
mingled
shock
and
gratitude
he
felt
.
He
had
never
liked
Scrimgeour
much
,
but
if
what
Lupin
said
was
true
,
the
man
's
final
act
had
been
to
try
to
protect
Harry
.
"
The
Death
Eaters
searched
the
Burrow
from
top
to
bottom
,
"
Lupin
went
on
.
"
They
found
the
ghoul
,
but
did
n't
want
to
get
too
close
--
and
then
they
interrogated
those
of
us
who
remained
for
hours
.
They
were
trying
to
get
information
on
you
,
Harry
,
but
of
course
nobody
apart
from
the
Order
knew
that
you
had
been
there
.
"
At
the
same
time
that
they
were
smashing
up
the
wedding
,
more
Death
Eaters
were
forcing
their
way
into
every
Order-connected
house
in
the
country
.
No
deaths
,
"
he
added
quickly
,
forestalling
the
question
,
"
but
they
were
rough
.
They
burned
down
Dedalus
Diggle
's
house
,
but
as
you
know
he
was
n't
there
,
and
they
used
the
Cruciatus
Curse
on
Tonks
's
family
.
Again
,
trying
to
find
out
where
you
went
after
you
visited
them
.
They
're
all
right
--
shaken
,
obviously
,
but
otherwise
okay
.
"
"
The
Death
Eaters
got
through
all
those
protective
charms
?
"
Harry
asked
,
remembering
how
effective
these
had
been
on
the
night
he
had
crashed
in
Tonks
's
parents
'
garden
.
"
What
you
've
got
to
realize
,
Harry
,
is
that
the
Death
Eaters
have
got
the
full
might
of
the
Ministry
on
their
side
now
,
"
said
Lupin
.
"
They
've
got
the
power
to
perform
brutal
spells
without
fear
of
identification
or
arrest
.
They
managed
to
penetrate
every
defensive
spell
we
'd
cast
against
them
,
and
once
inside
,
they
were
completely
open
about
why
they
'd
come
.
"
"
And
are
they
bothering
to
give
an
excuse
for
torturing
Harry
's
whereabouts
out
of
people
?
"
asked
Hermione
,
an
edge
to
her
voice
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Lupin
.
He
hesitated
,
then
pulled
out
a
folded
copy
of
the
Daily
Prophet
.
"
Here
,
"
he
said
,
pushing
it
across
the
table
to
Harry
,
"
you
'll
know
sooner
or
later
anyway
.
That
's
their
pretext
for
going
after
you
.
"
Harry
smoothed
out
the
paper
.
A
huge
photograph
of
his
own
face
filled
the
front
page
.
He
read
the
headline
over
it
:
