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The
bar
of
the
Leaky
Cauldron
was
nearly
deserted
.
Tom
,
the
stooped
and
toothless
landlord
,
was
polishing
glasses
behind
the
bar
counter
;
a
couple
of
warlocks
having
a
muttered
conversation
in
the
far
corner
glanced
at
Hermione
and
drew
back
into
the
shadows
.
"
Madam
Lestrange
,
"
murmured
Tom
,
and
as
Hermione
paused
he
inclined
his
head
subserviently
.
"
Good
morning
,
"
said
Hermione
,
and
as
Harry
crept
past
,
still
carrying
Griphook
piggyback
under
the
Cloak
,
he
saw
Tom
look
surprised
.
"
Too
polite
,
"
Harry
whispered
in
Hermione
's
ear
as
they
passed
out
of
the
Inn
into
the
tiny
backyard
.
"
You
need
to
treat
people
like
they
're
scum
!
"
"
Okay
,
okay
!
"
Hermione
drew
out
Bellatrix
's
wand
and
rapped
a
brick
in
the
nondescript
wall
in
front
of
them
.
At
once
the
bricks
began
to
whirl
and
spin
:
A
hole
appeared
in
the
middle
of
them
,
which
grew
wider
and
wider
,
finally
forming
an
archway
onto
the
narrow
cobbled
street
that
was
Diagon
Alley
.
It
was
quiet
,
barely
time
for
the
shops
to
open
,
and
there
were
hardly
and
shoppers
abroad
.
The
crooked
,
cobbled
street
was
much
altered
now
from
the
bustling
place
Harry
had
visited
before
his
first
team
at
Hogwarts
so
many
years
before
.
More
shops
than
ever
were
boarded
up
,
though
several
new
establishments
dedicated
to
the
Dark
Arts
had
been
created
since
his
last
visit
.
Harry
's
own
face
glared
down
at
him
from
posters
plastered
over
many
windows
,
always
captioned
with
the
words
UNDESIRABLE
NUMBER
ONE
.
A
number
of
ragged
people
sat
huddled
in
doorways
.
He
heard
them
moaning
to
the
few
passersby
,
pleading
for
gold
,
insisting
that
they
were
really
wizards
.
One
man
had
a
bloody
bandage
over
his
eye
.
As
they
set
off
along
the
street
,
the
beggars
glimpsed
Hermione
.
They
seemed
to
melt
away
before
her
,
drawing
hoods
over
their
faces
and
fleeing
as
fast
as
they
could
.
Hermione
looked
after
them
curiously
,
until
the
man
with
the
bloodied
bandage
came
staggering
right
across
her
path
.
