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"
Their
blood
is
pure
,
"
said
Harry
,
and
his
deep
voice
echoed
impressively
through
the
hall
.
"
Purer
than
many
of
yours
,
I
daresay
.
Off
you
go
,
"
he
boomed
to
the
Muggle-borns
,
who
scurried
forward
into
the
fireplaces
and
began
to
vanish
in
pairs
.
The
Ministry
wizards
hung
back
,
some
looking
confused
,
others
scared
and
resentful
.
Then
:
"
Mary
!
"
Mrs.
Cattermole
looked
over
her
shoulder
.
The
real
Reg
Cattermole
,
no
longer
vomiting
but
pale
and
wan
,
had
just
come
running
out
of
a
lift
.
"
R-Reg
?
"
She
looked
from
her
husband
to
Ron
,
who
swore
loudly
.
The
balding
wizard
gaped
,
his
head
turning
ludicrously
from
one
Reg
Cattermole
to
the
other
.
"
Hey
--
what
's
going
on
?
What
is
this
?
"
"
Seal
the
exit
!
SEAL
IT
!
"
Yaxley
had
burst
out
of
another
lift
and
was
running
toward
the
group
beside
the
fireplaces
,
into
which
all
of
the
Muggle-borns
but
Mrs.
Cattermole
had
now
vanished
.
As
the
balding
wizard
lifted
his
wand
,
Harry
raised
an
enormous
fist
and
punched
him
,
sending
him
flying
through
the
air
.
"
He
's
been
helping
Muggle-borns
escape
,
Yaxley
!
"
Harry
shouted
.
