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They
hurried
to
close
the
door
on
the
real
Mafalda
;
Harry
and
Ron
threw
the
Invisibility
Cloak
over
themselves
but
Hermione
remained
in
view
,
waiting
.
Seconds
later
there
was
another
pop
,
and
a
small
,
ferrety-looking
wizard
appeared
before
them
.
"
Oh
,
hello
,
Mafalda
.
"
"
Hello
!
"
said
Hermione
in
a
quavery
voice
.
"
How
are
you
today
?
"
"
Not
so
good
,
actually
,
"
replied
the
little
wizard
,
who
looked
thoroughly
downcast
.
As
Hermione
and
the
wizard
headed
for
the
main
road
,
Harry
and
Ron
crept
along
behind
them
.
"
I
'm
sorry
to
hear
you
're
under
the
weather
,
"
said
Hermione
,
talking
firmly
over
the
little
wizard
as
he
tried
to
expound
upon
his
problems
;
it
was
essential
to
stop
him
from
reaching
the
street
.
"
Here
,
have
a
sweet
.
"
"
Eh
?
Oh
,
no
thanks
--
"
"
I
insist
!
"
said
Hermione
aggressively
,
shaking
the
bag
of
pastilles
in
his
face
.
Looking
rather
alarmed
,
the
little
wizard
took
one
.
The
effect
was
instantaneous
.
The
moment
the
pastille
touched
his
tongue
,
the
little
wizard
started
vomiting
so
hard
that
he
did
not
even
notice
as
Hermione
yanked
a
handful
of
hairs
from
the
top
of
his
head
.
