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"
Miss
Bagshot
?
"
Harry
repeated
,
and
he
advanced
with
the
picture
in
his
hands
as
the
flames
burst
into
life
in
the
fireplace
.
Bathilda
looked
up
at
his
voice
,
and
the
Horcrux
beat
faster
upon
his
chest
.
"
Who
is
this
person
?
"
Harry
asked
her
,
pushing
the
picture
forward
.
She
peered
at
it
solemnly
,
then
up
at
Harry
.
"
Do
you
know
who
this
is
?
"
he
repeated
in
a
much
slower
and
louder
voice
than
usual
.
"
This
man
?
Do
you
know
him
?
What
's
he
called
?
"
Bathilda
merely
looked
vague
.
Harry
felt
an
awful
frustration
.
How
had
Rita
Skeeter
unlocked
Bathilda
's
memories
?
"
Who
is
this
man
?
"
he
repeated
loudly
.
"
Harry
,
what
are
you
doing
?
"
asked
Hermione
.
"
This
picture
,
Hermione
,
it
's
the
thief
,
the
thief
who
stole
from
Gregorovitch
!
Please
!
"
he
said
to
Bathilda
.
"
Who
is
this
?
"
But
she
only
stared
at
him
.
"
Why
did
you
ask
us
to
come
with
you
,
Mrs.
--
Miss
--
Bagshot
?
"
asked
Hermione
,
raising
her
own
voice
.
"
Was
there
something
you
wanted
to
tell
us
?
"
