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The
watchers
seemed
to
be
gleaning
little
satisfaction
from
their
vigil
.
Occasionally
one
of
them
started
forward
excitedly
,
as
if
they
had
seen
something
interesting
at
last
,
only
to
fall
back
looking
disappointed
.
On
the
first
day
of
September
there
were
more
people
lurking
in
the
square
than
ever
before
.
Half
a
dozen
men
in
long
cloaks
stood
silent
and
watchful
,
gazing
as
ever
at
houses
eleven
and
thirteen
,
but
the
thing
for
which
they
were
waiting
still
appeared
elusive
.
As
evening
drew
in
,
bringing
with
it
an
unexpected
gust
of
chilly
rain
for
the
first
time
in
weeks
,
there
occurred
one
of
those
inexplicable
moments
when
they
appeared
to
have
seen
something
interesting
.
The
man
with
the
twisted
face
pointed
and
his
closest
companion
,
a
podgy
,
pallid
man
,
started
forward
,
but
a
moment
later
they
had
relaxed
into
their
previous
state
of
inactivity
,
looking
frustrated
and
disappointed
.
Meanwhile
,
inside
number
twelve
,
Harry
had
just
entered
the
hall
.
He
had
nearly
lost
his
balance
as
he
Apparated
onto
the
top
step
just
outside
the
front
door
,
and
thought
that
the
Death
Eaters
might
have
caught
a
glimpse
of
his
momentarily
exposed
elbow
.
Shutting
the
front
door
carefully
behind
him
,
he
pulled
off
the
Invisibility
Cloak
,
draped
it
over
his
arm
,
and
hurried
along
the
gloomy
hallway
toward
the
door
that
led
to
the
basement
,
a
stolen
copy
of
the
Daily
Prophet
clutched
in
his
hand
.
The
usual
low
whisper
of
"
Severus
Snape
?
"
greeted
him
,
the
chill
wind
swept
him
,
and
his
tongue
rolled
up
for
a
moment
.
"
I
did
n't
kill
you
,
"
he
said
,
once
it
had
unrolled
,
then
held
his
breath
as
the
dusty
jinx-figure
exploded
.
He
waited
until
he
was
halfway
down
the
stairs
to
the
kitchen
,
out
of
earshot
of
Mrs.
Black
and
clear
of
the
dust
cloud
,
before
calling
,
"
I
've
got
news
,
and
you
wo
n't
like
it
.
"
The
kitchen
was
almost
unrecognizable
.
Every
surface
now
shone
:
Copper
pots
and
pans
had
been
burnished
to
a
rosy
glow
;
the
wooden
tabletop
gleamed
;
the
goblets
and
plates
already
laid
for
dinner
glinted
in
the
light
from
a
merrily
blazing
fire
,
on
which
a
cauldron
was
simmering
.
Nothing
in
the
room
,
however
,
was
more
dramatically
different
than
the
house-elf
who
now
came
hurrying
toward
Harry
,
dressed
in
a
snowy-white
towel
,
his
ear
hair
as
clean
and
fluffy
as
cotton
wool
,
Regulus
's
locket
bouncing
on
his
thin
chest
.
"
Shoes
off
,
if
you
please
,
Master
Harry
,
and
hands
washed
before
dinner
,
"
croaked
Kreacher
,
seizing
the
Invisibility
Cloak
and
slouching
off
to
hang
it
on
a
hook
on
the
wall
,
beside
a
number
of
old-fashioned
robes
that
had
been
freshly
laundered
.
"
What
's
happened
?
"
Ron
asked
apprehensively
.
He
and
Hermione
had
been
poring
over
a
sheaf
of
scribbled
notes
and
hand-drawn
maps
that
littered
the
end
of
the
long
kitchen
table
,
but
now
they
watched
Harry
as
he
strode
toward
them
and
threw
down
the
newspaper
on
top
of
their
scattered
parchment
.
