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Harry
had
the
impression
that
Mr.
Weasley
's
anger
was
no
less
because
of
the
brush
with
Percy
.
He
decided
his
best
chance
was
to
act
stupid
.
"
Sorry
?
"
he
said
.
"
Do
n't
pretend
,
Runcorn
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
fiercely
.
"
You
tracked
down
the
wizard
who
faked
his
family
tree
,
did
n't
you
?
"
"
I
--
so
what
if
I
did
?
"
said
Harry
.
"
So
Dirk
Cresswell
is
ten
times
the
wizard
you
are
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
quietly
,
as
the
lift
sank
ever
lower
.
"
And
if
he
survives
Azkaban
,
you
'll
have
to
answer
to
him
,
not
to
mention
his
wife
,
his
sons
,
and
his
friends
--
"
"
Arthur
,
"
Harry
interrupted
,
"
you
know
you
're
being
tracked
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
Is
that
a
threat
,
Runcorn
?
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
loudly
.
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
it
's
a
fact
!
They
're
watching
your
every
move
--
"
The
lift
doors
opened
.
They
had
reached
the
Atrium
.
Mr.
Weasley
gave
Harry
a
scathing
look
and
swept
from
the
lift
.
Harry
stood
there
,
shaken
.
He
wished
he
was
impersonating
somebody
other
than
Runcorn
...
The
lift
doors
clanged
shut
.
