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"
I
--
oh
,
all
right
then
.
Come
in
,
quickly
.
Quickly
!
"
They
were
barely
over
the
threshold
when
Xenophilius
slammed
the
door
shut
behind
them
.
They
were
standing
in
the
most
peculiar
kitchen
Harry
had
ever
seen
.
The
room
was
perfectly
circular
,
so
that
he
felt
like
being
inside
a
giant
pepper
pot
.
Everything
was
curved
to
fit
the
walls
--
the
stove
,
the
sink
,
and
the
cupboards
--
and
all
of
it
had
been
painted
with
flowers
,
insects
,
and
birds
in
bright
primary
colors
.
Harry
thought
he
recognized
Luna
's
styles
.
The
effect
in
such
an
enclosed
space
,
was
slightly
overwhelming
.
In
the
middle
of
the
floor
,
a
wrought-iron
spiral
staircase
led
to
the
upper
levels
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
clattering
and
banging
coming
from
overhead
:
Harry
wondered
what
Luna
could
be
doing
.
"
You
'd
better
come
up
,
"
said
Xenophilius
,
still
looking
extremely
uncomfortable
,
and
he
led
the
way
.
The
room
above
seemed
to
be
a
combination
of
living
room
and
workplace
,
and
as
such
,
was
even
more
cluttered
than
the
kitchen
.
Though
much
smaller
and
entirely
round
,
the
room
somewhat
resembled
the
Room
of
Requirement
on
the
unforgettable
occasion
that
it
had
transformed
itself
into
a
gigantic
labyrinth
comprised
of
centuries
of
hidden
objects
.
There
were
piles
upon
piles
of
books
and
papers
on
every
surface
.
Delicately
made
models
of
creatures
Harry
did
not
recognize
,
all
flapping
wings
or
snapping
jaws
,
hung
from
the
ceiling
.
Luna
was
not
there
:
The
thing
that
was
making
such
a
racket
was
a
wooden
object
covered
in
magically
turning
cogs
and
wheels
,
It
looked
like
the
bizarre
offspring
of
a
workbench
and
a
set
of
shelves
,
but
after
a
moment
Harry
deduced
that
it
was
an
old-fashioned
printing
press
,
due
to
the
fact
that
it
was
churning
out
Quibblers
.
"
Excuse
me
,
"
said
Xenophilius
,
and
he
strode
over
to
the
machine
,
seized
grubbily
tablecloth
from
beneath
an
immense
number
of
books
and
papers
,
which
all
tumbled
onto
the
floor
,
and
threw
it
over
the
press
,
somewhat
muffling
the
loud
bangs
and
clatters
.
He
then
faced
Harry
.
"
Why
have
you
come
here
?
"
Before
Harry
could
speak
,
however
,
Hermione
let
out
a
small
cry
of
shock
.
