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He
did
not
need
Hermione
's
pinch
to
his
arm
.
There
was
next
to
no
chance
that
this
woman
was
a
Muggle
:
She
was
standing
there
gazing
at
a
house
that
ought
to
have
been
completely
invisible
to
her
,
if
she
was
not
a
witch
.
Even
assuming
that
she
was
a
witch
,
however
,
it
was
odd
behavior
to
come
out
on
a
night
this
cold
,
simply
to
look
at
an
old
ruin
.
By
all
the
rules
of
normal
magic
,
meanwhile
,
she
ought
not
to
be
able
to
see
Hermione
and
him
at
all
.
Nevertheless
,
Harry
had
the
strangest
feeling
that
she
knew
that
they
were
there
,
and
also
who
they
were
.
Just
as
he
had
reached
this
uneasy
conclusion
,
she
raised
a
gloved
hand
and
beckoned
.
Hermione
moved
closer
to
him
under
the
Cloak
,
her
arm
pressed
against
his
.
"
How
does
she
know
?
"
He
shook
his
head
.
The
woman
beckoned
again
,
more
vigorously
.
Harry
could
think
of
many
reasons
not
to
obey
the
summons
,
and
yet
his
suspicions
about
her
identity
were
growing
stronger
every
moment
that
they
stood
facing
each
other
in
the
deserted
street
.
Was
it
possible
that
she
had
been
waiting
for
them
all
these
long
months
?
That
Dumbledore
had
told
her
to
wait
,
and
that
Harry
would
come
in
the
end
?
Was
it
not
likely
that
it
was
she
who
had
moved
in
the
shadows
in
the
graveyard
and
had
followed
them
to
this
spot
?
Even
her
ability
to
sense
them
suggested
some
Dumbledore-ish
power
that
he
had
never
encountered
before
.
Finally
Harry
spoke
,
causing
Hermione
to
gasp
and
jump
.
"
Are
you
Bathilda
?
"
The
muffled
figure
nodded
and
beckoned
again
.
Beneath
the
Cloak
Harry
and
Hermione
looked
at
each
other
.
Harry
raised
his
eyebrows
;
Hermione
gave
a
tiny
,
nervous
nod
.
