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Harry
looked
back
at
the
dozen
pamphlet-makers
:
Though
they
were
intent
upon
their
work
,
he
could
hardly
suppose
that
they
would
not
notice
if
the
door
of
an
empty
office
opened
in
front
of
them
.
He
therefore
withdrew
from
an
inner
pocket
an
odd
object
with
little
waving
legs
and
a
rubber-bulbed
horn
for
a
body
.
Crouching
down
beneath
the
Cloak
,
he
placed
the
Decoy
Detonator
on
the
ground
.
It
scuttled
away
at
once
through
the
legs
of
the
witches
and
wizards
in
front
of
him
.
A
few
moments
later
,
during
which
Harry
waited
with
his
hand
upon
the
doorknob
,
there
came
a
loud
bang
and
a
great
deal
of
acrid
black
smoke
billowed
from
a
corner
.
The
young
witch
in
the
front
row
shrieked
:
Pink
pages
flew
everywhere
as
she
and
her
fellows
jumped
up
,
looking
around
for
the
source
of
the
commotion
.
Harry
turned
the
doorknob
,
stepped
into
Umbridge
's
office
,
and
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
He
felt
he
had
stepped
back
in
time
.
The
room
was
exactly
like
Umbridge
's
office
at
Hogwarts
:
Lace
draperies
,
doilies
,
and
dried
flowers
covered
every
available
surface
.
The
walls
bore
the
same
ornamental
plates
,
each
featuring
a
highly
colored
,
beribboned
kitten
,
gamboling
and
frisking
with
sickening
cuteness
.
The
desk
was
covered
with
a
flouncy
,
flowered
cloth
.
Behind
Mad-Eye
's
eye
,
a
telescopic
attachment
enabled
Umbridge
to
spy
on
the
workers
on
the
other
side
of
the
door
.
Harry
took
a
look
through
it
and
saw
that
they
were
all
still
gathered
around
the
Decoy
Detonator
.
He
wrenched
the
telescope
out
of
the
door
,
leaving
a
hole
behind
,
pulled
the
magical
eyeball
out
of
it
,
and
placed
it
in
his
pocket
.
Then
he
turned
to
face
the
room
again
,
raised
his
wand
,
and
murmured
,
"
Accio
Locket
.
"
Nothing
happened
,
but
he
had
not
expected
it
to
;
no
doubt
Umbridge
knew
all
about
protective
charms
and
spells
.
He
therefore
hurried
behind
her
desk
and
began
pulling
open
the
drawers
.
He
saw
quills
and
notebooks
and
Spellotape
;
enchanted
paper
clips
that
coiled
snakelike
from
their
drawer
and
had
to
be
beaten
back
;
a
fussy
little
lace
box
full
of
spare
hair
bows
and
clips
;
but
no
sign
of
a
locket
.
There
was
a
filing
cabinet
behind
the
desk
:
Harry
set
to
searching
it
.
Like
Filch
's
filing
cabinets
at
Hogwarts
,
it
was
full
of
folders
,
each
labeled
with
a
name
.
It
was
not
until
Harry
reached
the
bottommost
drawer
that
he
saw
something
to
distract
him
from
his
search
:
Mr.
Weasley
's
file
.
He
pulled
it
out
and
opened
it
.
ARTHUR
WEASLEY
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