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The
balding
wizard
's
colleagues
set
up
an
uproar
,
under
cover
of
which
Ron
grabbed
Mrs.
Cattermole
,
pulled
her
into
the
still-open
fireplace
,
and
disappeared
.
Confused
,
Yaxley
looked
from
Harry
to
the
punched
wizard
,
while
the
real
Reg
Cattermole
screamed
,
"
My
wife
!
Who
was
that
with
my
wife
?
What
's
going
on
?
"
Harry
saw
Yaxley
's
head
turn
,
saw
an
inkling
of
the
truth
dawn
in
that
brutish
face
"
Come
on
!
"
Harry
shouted
at
Hermione
;
he
seized
her
hand
and
they
jumped
into
the
fireplace
together
as
Yaxley
's
curse
sailed
over
Harry
's
head
.
They
spun
for
a
few
seconds
before
shooting
up
out
of
a
toilet
into
a
cubicle
.
Harry
flung
open
the
door
;
Ron
was
standing
there
beside
the
sinks
,
still
wrestling
with
Mrs.
Cattermole
.
"
Reg
,
I
do
n't
understand
--
"
"
Let
go
,
I
'm
not
your
husband
,
you
've
got
to
go
home
!
"
There
was
a
noise
in
the
cubicle
behind
them
;
Harry
looked
around
;
Yaxley
had
just
appeared
.
"
LET
'S
GO
!
"
Harry
yelled
.
He
seized
Hermione
by
the
hand
and
Ron
by
the
arm
and
turned
on
the
spot
.
Darkness
engulfed
them
,
along
with
the
sensation
of
compressing
bands
,
but
something
was
wrong
...
Hermione
's
hand
seemed
to
be
sliding
out
of
his
grip
...
He
wondered
whether
he
was
going
to
suffocate
;
he
could
not
breathe
or
see
and
the
only
solid
things
in
the
world
were
Ron
's
arm
and
Hermione
's
fingers
,
which
were
slowly
slipping
away
...
And
then
he
saw
the
door
of
number
twelve
,
Grimmauld
Place
,
with
its
serpent
door
knocker
,
but
before
he
could
draw
breath
,
there
was
a
scream
and
a
flash
of
purple
light
;
Hermione
's
hand
was
suddenly
vicelike
upon
his
and
everything
went
dark
again
.
