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"
What
it
's
been
like
for
you
??
"
Her
voice
was
not
so
shrill
only
bats
would
be
able
to
hear
it
soon
,
but
she
had
reached
a
level
of
indignation
that
rendered
her
temporarily
speechless
,
and
Ron
seized
his
opportunity
.
"
I
wanted
to
come
back
the
minute
I
'd
Disapparated
,
but
I
walked
straight
into
a
gang
of
Snatchers
,
Hermione
,
and
I
could
n't
go
anywhere
!
"
"
A
gang
of
what
?
"
asked
Harry
,
as
Hermione
threw
herself
down
into
a
chair
with
her
arms
and
legs
crossed
so
tightly
it
seemed
unlikely
that
she
would
unravel
them
for
several
years
.
"
Snatchers
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
They
're
everywhere
--
gangs
trying
to
earn
gold
by
rounding
up
Muggle-borns
and
blood
traitors
,
there
's
a
reward
from
the
Ministry
for
everyone
captured
.
I
was
on
my
own
and
I
look
like
I
might
be
school
age
;
they
got
really
excited
,
thought
I
was
a
Muggle-born
in
hiding
.
I
had
to
talk
fast
to
get
out
of
being
dragged
to
the
Ministry
.
"
"
What
did
you
say
to
them
?
"
"
Told
them
I
was
Stan
Shunpike
.
First
person
I
could
think
of
.
"
"
And
they
believed
that
?
"
"
They
were
n't
the
brightest
.
One
of
them
was
definitely
part
troll
,
the
smell
of
him
...
"
