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"
Who
was
this
woman
?
"
asked
Harry
.
"
I
dunno
,
some
Ministry
hag
.
"
Mundungus
considered
for
a
moment
,
brow
wrinkled
.
"
Little
woman
.
Bow
on
top
of
'
er
head
.
"
He
frowned
and
then
added
,
"
Looked
like
a
toad
.
"
Harry
dropped
his
wand
:
It
hit
Mundungus
on
the
nose
and
shot
red
sparks
into
his
eyebrows
,
which
ignited
.
"
Aguamenti
!
"
screamed
Hermione
,
and
a
jet
of
water
streamed
from
her
wand
,
engulfing
a
spluttering
and
choking
Mundungus
.
Harry
looked
up
and
saw
his
own
shock
reflected
in
Ron
's
and
Hermione
's
faces
.
The
scars
on
the
back
of
his
right
hand
seemed
to
be
tingling
again
.
As
August
wore
on
,
the
square
of
unkempt
grass
in
the
middle
of
Grimmauld
Place
shriveled
in
the
sun
until
it
was
brittle
and
brown
.
The
inhabitants
of
number
twelve
were
never
seen
by
anybody
in
the
surrounding
houses
,
and
nor
was
number
twelve
itself
.
The
Muggles
who
lived
in
Grimmauld
Place
had
long
since
accepted
the
amusing
mistake
in
the
numbering
that
had
caused
number
eleven
to
sit
beside
number
thirteen
.
And
yet
the
square
was
now
attracting
a
trickle
of
visitors
who
seemed
to
find
the
anomaly
most
intriguing
.
Barely
a
day
passed
without
one
or
two
people
arriving
in
Grimmauld
Place
with
no
other
purpose
,
or
so
it
seemed
,
than
to
lean
against
the
railings
facing
numbers
eleven
and
thirteen
,
watching
the
join
between
the
two
houses
.
The
lurkers
were
never
the
same
two
days
running
,
although
they
all
seemed
to
share
a
dislike
for
normal
clothing
.
Most
of
the
Londoners
who
passed
them
were
used
to
eccentric
dressers
and
took
little
notice
,
though
occasionally
one
of
them
might
glance
back
,
wondering
why
anyone
would
wear
such
long
cloaks
in
this
heat
.
