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Hermione
looked
frightened
that
he
might
curse
her
with
her
own
wand
.
Her
face
streaked
with
tears
,
she
crouched
down
beside
him
,
two
cups
of
tea
trembling
in
her
hands
and
something
bulky
under
her
arm
.
"
Thanks
,
"
he
said
,
taking
one
of
the
cups
.
"
Do
you
mind
if
I
talk
to
you
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
because
he
did
not
want
to
hurt
her
feelings
.
"
Harry
,
you
wanted
to
know
who
that
man
in
the
picture
was
.
Well
...
I
've
got
the
book
.
"
Timidly
she
pushed
it
onto
his
lap
,
a
pristine
copy
of
The
Life
and
Lies
of
Albus
Dumbledore
.
"
Where
--
how
--
?
"
"
It
was
in
Bathilda
's
sitting
room
,
just
lying
there
...
This
note
was
sticking
out
of
the
top
of
it
.
"
Hermione
read
the
few
lines
of
spiky
,
acid-green
writing
aloud
.
"
'
Dear
Batty
,
Thanks
for
your
help
.
Here
's
a
copy
of
the
book
,
hope
you
like
it
.
You
said
everything
,
even
if
you
do
n't
remember
it
.
Rita
.
'
I
think
it
must
have
arrived
while
the
real
Bathilda
was
alive
,
but
perhaps
she
was
n't
in
any
fit
state
to
read
it
?
"
