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"
Morning
,
Reg
!
"
called
another
wizard
in
navy
blue
robes
as
he
let
himself
into
a
cubicle
by
inserting
his
golden
token
into
a
slot
in
the
door
.
"
Blooming
pain
in
the
bum
,
this
,
eh
?
Forcing
us
all
to
get
to
work
this
way
!
Who
are
they
expecting
to
turn
up
,
Harry
Potter
?
"
The
wizard
roared
with
laughter
at
his
own
wit
.
Ron
gave
a
forced
chuckle
.
"
Yeah
,
"
he
said
,
"
stupid
,
is
n't
it
?
"
And
he
and
Harry
let
themselves
into
adjoining
cubicles
.
To
Harry
's
left
and
right
came
the
sound
of
flushing
.
He
crouched
down
and
peered
through
the
gap
at
the
bottom
of
the
cubicle
,
just
in
time
to
see
a
pair
of
booted
feet
climbing
into
the
toilet
next
door
.
He
looked
left
and
saw
Ron
blinking
at
him
.
"
We
have
to
flush
ourselves
in
?
"
he
whispered
.
"
Looks
like
it
,
"
Harry
whispered
back
;
his
voice
came
out
deep
and
gravelly
.
They
both
stood
up
.
Feeling
exceptionally
foolish
,
Harry
clambered
into
the
toilet
.
He
knew
at
once
that
he
had
done
the
right
thing
;
though
he
appeared
to
be
standing
in
water
,
his
shoes
,
feet
,
and
robes
remained
quite
dry
.
He
reached
up
,
pulled
the
chain
,
and
next
moment
had
zoomed
down
a
short
chute
,
emerging
out
of
a
fireplace
into
the
Ministry
of
Magic
.
He
got
up
clumsily
;
there
was
a
lot
more
of
his
body
than
he
was
accustomed
to
.
The
great
Atrium
seemed
darker
than
Harry
remembered
it
.
