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The
pamphlet-makers
were
still
clustered
around
the
remains
of
the
Decoy
Detonator
,
which
continued
to
hoot
feebly
as
it
smoked
.
Harry
hurried
off
up
the
corridor
as
the
young
witch
said
,
"
I
bet
it
sneaked
up
here
from
Experimental
Charms
,
they
're
so
careless
,
remember
that
poisonous
duck
?
"
Speeding
back
toward
the
lifts
,
Harry
reviewed
his
options
.
It
had
never
been
likely
that
the
locket
was
here
at
the
Ministry
,
and
there
was
no
hope
of
bewitching
its
whereabouts
out
of
Umbridge
while
she
was
sitting
in
a
crowded
court
.
Their
priority
now
had
to
be
to
leave
the
Ministry
before
they
were
exposed
,
and
try
again
another
day
.
The
first
thing
to
do
was
to
find
Ron
,
and
then
they
could
work
out
a
way
of
extracting
Hermione
from
the
courtroom
.
The
lift
was
empty
when
it
arrived
.
Harry
jumped
in
and
pulled
off
the
Invisibility
Cloak
as
it
started
its
descent
.
To
his
enormous
relief
,
when
it
rattled
to
a
halt
at
level
two
,
a
soaking-wet
and
wild-eyed
Ron
got
in
.
"
M-morning
,
"
he
stammered
to
Harry
as
the
lift
set
off
again
.
"
Ron
,
it
's
me
,
Harry
!
"
"
Harry
!
Blimey
,
I
forgot
what
you
looked
like
--
why
is
n't
Hermione
with
you
?
"
"
She
had
to
go
down
to
the
courtrooms
with
Umbridge
,
she
could
n't
refuse
,
and
--
"
But
before
Harry
could
finish
the
lift
had
stopped
again
:
The
doors
opened
and
Mr.
Weasley
walked
inside
,
talking
to
an
elderly
witch
whose
blonde
hair
was
teased
so
high
it
resembled
an
anthill
.
"
...
I
quite
understand
what
you
're
saying
,
Wakanda
,
but
I
'm
afraid
I
can
not
be
party
to
--
"
