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"
Muggle-born
,
eh
?
"
asked
the
first
man
.
"
Not
sure
,
"
said
Dean
.
"
My
dad
left
my
mum
when
I
was
a
kid
.
I
've
got
no
proof
he
was
a
wizard
,
though
.
"
There
was
silence
for
a
while
,
except
for
the
sounds
of
munching
;
then
Ted
spoke
again
.
"
I
've
got
to
say
,
Dirk
,
I
'm
surprised
to
run
into
you
.
Pleased
,
but
surprised
.
Word
was
you
'd
been
caught
.
"
"
I
was
,
"
said
Dirk
.
"
I
was
halfway
to
Azkaban
when
I
made
a
break
for
it
,
Stunned
Dawlish
,
and
nicked
his
broom
.
It
was
easier
than
you
'd
think
;
I
do
n't
reckon
he
's
quite
right
at
the
moment
.
Might
be
Confunded
.
If
so
,
I
'd
like
to
shake
the
hand
of
the
witch
or
wizard
who
did
it
,
probably
saved
my
life
.
"
There
was
another
pause
in
which
the
fire
crackled
and
the
river
rushed
on
.
Then
Ted
said
,
"
And
where
do
you
two
fit
in
?
I
,
er
,
had
the
impression
the
goblins
were
for
You-Know-Who
,
on
the
whole
.
"
"
You
had
a
false
impression
,
"
said
the
higher-voiced
of
the
goblins
.
"
We
take
no
sides
.
This
is
a
wizards
'
war
.
"
"
How
come
you
're
in
hiding
,
then
?
"
"
I
deemed
it
prudent
,
"
said
the
deeper-voiced
goblin
.
"
Having
refused
what
I
considered
an
impertinent
request
,
I
could
see
that
my
personal
safety
was
in
jeopardy
.
"
