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"
Arthur
's
done
a
bit
o
'
tinkerin
'
,
"
said
Hagrid
,
quite
oblivious
to
Harry
's
discomfort
.
He
settled
himself
astride
the
motorcycle
,
which
creaked
slightly
and
sank
inches
into
the
ground
.
"
It
's
got
a
few
tricks
up
its
sleeves
now
.
Tha
'
one
was
my
idea
.
"
He
pointed
a
thick
finger
at
a
purple
button
near
the
speedometer
.
"
Please
be
careful
,
Hagrid
.
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
who
was
standing
beside
them
,
holding
his
broomstick
.
"
I
'm
still
not
sure
that
was
advisable
and
it
's
certainly
only
to
be
used
in
emergencies
.
"
"
All
right
,
then
.
"
said
Moody
.
"
Everyone
ready
,
please
.
I
want
us
all
to
leave
at
exactly
the
same
time
or
the
whole
point
of
the
diversion
's
lost
.
"
Everybody
motioned
their
heads
.
"
Hold
tight
now
,
Ron
,
"
said
Tonks
,
and
Harry
saw
Ron
throw
a
forcing
,
guilty
look
at
Lupin
before
placing
his
hands
on
each
side
of
her
waist
.
Hagrid
kicked
the
motorbike
into
life
:
It
roared
like
a
dragon
,
and
the
sidecar
began
to
vibrate
.
"
Good
luck
,
everyone
,
"
shouted
Moody
.
"
See
you
all
in
about
an
hour
at
the
Burrow
.
On
the
count
of
three
.
One
...
two
.
THREE
.
"
There
was
a
great
roar
from
the
motorbike
,
and
Harry
felt
the
sidecar
give
a
nasty
lurch
.
He
was
rising
through
the
air
fast
,
his
eyes
watering
slightly
,
hair
whipped
back
off
his
face
.
Around
him
brooms
were
soaring
upward
too
;
the
long
black
tail
of
a
thestral
flicked
past
.
His
legs
,
jammed
into
the
sidecar
by
Hedwig
's
cage
and
his
rucksack
,
were
already
sore
and
starting
to
go
numb
.
So
great
was
his
discomfort
that
he
almost
forgot
to
take
a
last
glimpse
of
number
four
Privet
Drive
.
By
the
time
he
looked
over
the
edge
of
the
sidecar
he
could
no
longer
tell
which
one
it
was
.
And
then
,
out
of
nowhere
,
out
of
nothing
,
they
were
surrounded
.
At
least
thirty
hooded
figures
,
suspended
in
midair
,
formed
a
vast
circle
in
the
middle
of
which
the
Order
members
had
risen
,
oblivious
--
Screams
,
a
blaze
of
green
light
on
every
side
:
Hagrid
gave
a
yell
and
the
motorbike
rolled
over
.
Harry
lost
any
sense
of
where
they
were
.
Streetlights
above
him
,
yells
around
him
,
he
was
clinging
to
the
sidecar
for
dear
life
.
Hedwig
's
cage
,
the
Firebolt
,
and
his
rucksack
slipped
from
beneath
his
knees
--
"
No
--
HELP
!
"
The
broomstick
spun
too
,
but
he
just
managed
to
seize
the
strap
of
his
rucksack
and
the
top
of
the
cage
as
the
motorbike
swung
the
right
way
up
again
.
A
second
's
relief
,
and
then
another
burst
of
green
light
.
The
owl
screeched
and
fell
to
the
floor
of
the
cage
.
