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Beneath
the
title
was
a
picture
of
a
red
rose
with
a
simpering
face
in
the
middle
of
its
petals
,
being
strangled
by
a
green
weed
with
fangs
and
a
scowl
.
There
was
no
author
's
name
upon
the
pamphlet
,
but
again
,
the
scars
on
the
back
of
his
right
hand
seemed
to
tingle
as
he
examined
it
.
Then
the
young
witch
beside
him
confirmed
his
suspicion
as
she
said
,
still
waving
and
twirling
her
wand
,
"
Will
the
old
hag
be
interrogating
Mudbloods
all
day
,
does
anyone
know
?
"
"
Careful
,
"
said
the
wizard
beside
her
,
glancing
around
nervously
;
one
of
his
pages
slipped
and
fell
to
the
floor
.
"
What
,
has
she
got
magic
ears
as
well
as
an
eye
,
now
?
"
The
witch
glanced
toward
the
shining
mahogany
door
facing
the
space
full
of
pamphlet-makers
;
Harry
looked
too
,
and
rage
reared
in
him
like
a
snake
.
Where
there
might
have
been
a
peephole
on
a
Muggle
front
door
,
a
large
,
round
eye
with
a
bright
blue
iris
had
been
set
into
the
wood
--
an
eye
that
was
shockingly
familiar
to
anybody
who
had
known
Alastor
Moody
.
For
a
split
second
Harry
forgot
where
he
was
and
what
he
was
doing
there
:
He
even
forgot
that
he
was
invisible
.
He
strode
straight
over
to
the
door
to
examine
the
eye
.
It
was
not
moving
:
It
gazed
blindly
upward
,
frozen
.
The
plaque
beneath
it
read
:
DOLORES
UMBRIDGE
SENIOR
UNDERSECRETARY
TO
THE
MINISTER
Below
that
,
a
slightly
shinier
new
plaque
read
:
HEAD
OF
THE
MUGGLE-BORN
