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Harry
watched
Thicknesse
march
away
along
the
thickly
carpeted
corridor
.
The
moment
the
Minister
had
passed
out
of
sight
,
Harry
tugged
the
Invisibility
Cloak
out
from
under
his
heavy
black
cloak
,
threw
it
over
himself
,
and
set
off
along
the
corridor
in
the
opposite
direction
.
Runcorn
was
so
tall
that
Harry
was
forced
to
stoop
to
make
sure
his
big
feet
were
hidden
.
Panic
pulsed
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
.
As
he
passed
gleaming
wooden
door
after
gleaming
wooden
door
,
each
bearing
a
small
plaque
with
the
owner
's
name
and
occupation
upon
it
,
the
might
of
the
Ministry
,
its
complexity
,
its
impenetrability
,
seemed
to
force
itself
upon
him
so
that
the
plan
he
had
been
carefully
concocting
with
Ron
and
Hermione
over
the
past
four
weeks
seemed
laughably
childish
.
They
had
concentrated
all
their
efforts
on
getting
inside
without
being
detected
:
They
had
not
given
a
moment
's
thought
to
what
they
would
do
if
they
were
forced
to
separate
.
Now
Hermione
was
stuck
in
court
proceedings
,
which
would
undoubtedly
last
hours
;
Ron
was
struggling
to
do
magic
that
Harry
was
sure
was
beyond
him
,
a
woman
's
liberty
possibly
depending
on
the
outcome
;
and
he
,
Harry
,
was
wandering
around
on
the
top
floor
when
he
knew
perfectly
well
that
his
quarry
had
just
gone
down
in
the
lift
.
He
stopped
walking
,
leaned
against
a
wall
,
and
tried
to
decide
what
to
do
.
The
silence
pressed
upon
him
:
There
was
no
bustling
or
talk
or
swift
footsteps
here
;
the
purple-carpeted
corridors
were
as
hushed
as
though
the
Muffliato
charm
had
been
cast
over
the
place
.
Her
office
must
be
up
here
,
Harry
thought
.
It
seemed
most
unlikely
that
Umbridge
would
keep
her
jewelry
in
her
office
,
but
on
the
other
hand
it
seemed
foolish
not
to
search
it
to
make
sure
.
He
therefore
set
off
along
the
corridor
again
,
passing
nobody
but
a
frowning
wizard
who
was
murmuring
instructions
to
a
quill
that
floated
in
front
of
him
,
scribbling
on
a
trail
of
parchment
.
Now
paying
attention
to
the
names
on
the
doors
,
Harry
turned
a
corner
.
Halfway
along
the
next
corridor
he
emerged
into
a
wide
,
open
space
where
a
dozen
witches
and
wizards
sat
in
rows
at
small
desks
not
unlike
school
desks
,
though
much
more
highly
polished
and
free
from
graffiti
.
Harry
paused
to
watch
them
,
for
the
effect
was
quite
mesmerizing
.
They
were
all
waving
and
twiddling
their
wands
in
unison
,
and
squares
of
colored
paper
were
flying
in
every
direction
like
little
pink
kites
.
After
a
few
seconds
,
Harry
realized
that
there
was
a
rhythm
to
the
proceedings
,
that
the
papers
all
formed
the
same
pattern
;
and
after
a
few
more
seconds
he
realized
that
what
he
was
watching
was
the
creation
of
pamphlets
--
that
the
paper
squares
were
pages
,
which
,
when
assembled
,
folded
,
and
magicked
into
place
,
fell
into
neat
stacks
beside
each
witch
or
wizard
.
Harry
crept
closer
,
although
the
workers
were
so
intent
on
what
they
were
doing
that
he
doubted
they
would
notice
a
carpet-muffled
footstep
,
and
he
slid
a
completed
pamphlet
from
the
pile
beside
a
young
witch
.
He
examined
it
beneath
the
Invisibility
Cloak
.
Its
pink
cover
was
emblazoned
with
a
golden
title
:
MUDBLOODS
and
the
Dangers
They
Pose
to
a
Peaceful
Pure-Blood
Society
