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"
Well
then
,
why
the
'
ell
am
I
being
'
unted
down
by
'
ouse-elves
?
Or
is
this
about
them
goblets
again
?
I
ai
n't
got
none
of
'em
left
,
or
you
could
'
ave
'em
--
"
"
It
's
not
about
the
goblets
either
,
although
you
're
getting
warmer
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Shut
up
and
listen
.
"
It
felt
wonderful
to
have
something
to
do
,
someone
of
whom
he
could
demand
some
small
portion
of
truth
.
Harry
's
wand
was
now
so
close
to
the
bridge
of
Mundungus
's
nose
that
Mundungus
had
gone
cross-eyed
trying
to
keep
it
in
view
.
"
When
you
cleaned
out
this
house
of
anything
valuable
,
"
Harry
began
,
but
Mundungus
interrupted
him
again
.
"
Sirius
never
cared
about
any
of
the
junk
--
"
There
was
the
sound
of
pattering
feet
,
a
blaze
of
shining
copper
,
an
echoing
clang
,
and
a
shriek
of
agony
:
Kreacher
had
taken
a
run
at
Mundungus
and
hit
him
over
the
head
with
a
saucepan
.
"
Call
'
im
off
,
call
'
im
off
,
'
e
should
be
locked
up
!
"
screamed
Mundungus
,
cowering
as
Kreacher
raised
the
heavy-bottomed
pan
again
.
"
Kreacher
,
no
!
"
shouted
Harry
.
Kreacher
's
thin
arms
trembled
with
the
weight
of
the
pan
,
still
held
aloft
.
"
Perhaps
just
one
more
,
Master
Harry
,
for
luck
?
"
