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"
Dean
?
"
"
It
is
you
!
If
they
find
out
who
they
've
got
--
They
're
Snatchers
,
they
're
only
looking
for
truants
to
sell
for
gold
--
"
"
Not
a
bad
little
haul
for
one
night
,
"
Greyback
was
saying
,
as
a
pair
of
hobnailed
boots
marched
close
by
Harry
and
they
heard
more
crashes
from
inside
the
tent
.
"
A
Mudblood
,
a
runaway
goblin
,
and
these
truants
.
You
checked
their
names
on
the
list
yet
,
Scabior
?
"
he
roared
.
"
Yeah
.
There
's
no
Vernon
Dudley
un
'
ere
,
Greyback
.
"
"
Interesting
,
"
said
Greyback
.
"
That
's
interesting
.
"
He
crouched
down
beside
Harry
,
who
saw
,
through
the
infinitesimal
gap
left
between
his
swollen
eyelids
,
a
face
covered
in
matted
gray
hair
and
whiskers
,
with
pointed
brown
teeth
and
sores
in
the
corners
of
his
mouth
.
Greyback
smelled
as
he
had
done
at
the
top
of
the
tower
where
Dumbledore
had
died
:
of
dirt
,
sweat
,
and
blood
.
"
So
you
are
n't
wanted
,
then
,
Vernon
?
Or
are
you
on
that
list
under
a
different
name
?
What
house
were
you
in
at
Hogwarts
?
"
"
Slytherin
,
"
said
Harry
automatically
.
"
Funny
'
ow
they
all
thinks
we
wants
to
'
ear
that
,
"
leered
Scabior
out
of
the
shadows
.
"
But
none
of
'em
can
tell
us
where
the
common
room
is
.
"
"
It
's
in
the
dungeons
,
"
said
Harry
clearly
.
"
You
enter
through
the
wall
.
It
's
full
of
skulls
and
stuff
and
its
under
the
lake
,
so
the
light
's
all
green
.
"
