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"
It
does
not
matter
,
it
will
not
do
so
again
,
"
said
Hermione
coolly
.
"
Some
of
these
wandless
can
be
troublesome
,
"
said
Travers
.
"
While
they
do
nothing
but
beg
I
have
no
objection
,
but
one
of
them
actually
asked
me
to
plead
her
case
in
the
Ministry
last
week
.
'
I
'm
a
witch
,
sir
,
I
'm
a
witch
,
let
me
prove
it
to
you
!
"
he
said
in
a
squeaky
impersonation
.
"
As
if
I
was
going
to
give
her
my
wand
--
but
whose
wand
,
"
said
Travers
curiously
,
"
are
you
using
at
the
moment
,
Bellatrix
?
I
heard
that
your
own
was
--
"
"
I
have
my
wand
here
,
"
said
Hermione
coldly
,
holding
up
Bellatrix
's
wand
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
rumors
you
have
been
listening
to
,
Travers
,
but
you
seem
sadly
misinformed
.
"
Travers
seemed
a
little
taken
aback
at
that
,
and
he
turned
instead
to
Ron
.
"
Who
is
your
friend
?
I
do
not
recognize
him
.
"
"
This
is
Dragomir
Despard
,
"
said
Hermione
;
they
had
decided
that
a
fictional
foreigner
was
the
safest
cover
for
Ron
to
assume
.
"
He
speaks
very
little
English
,
but
he
is
in
sympathy
with
the
Dark
Lord
's
aims
.
He
has
traveled
here
from
Transylvania
to
see
our
new
regime
.
"
"
Indeed
?
How
do
you
do
,
Dragomir
?
"
"
'
Ow
you
?
"
said
Ron
,
holding
out
his
hand
.
Travers
extended
two
fingers
and
shook
Ron
's
hand
as
though
frightened
of
dirtying
himself
.
"
So
what
brings
you
and
your
--
ah
--
sympathetic
friend
to
Diagon
Alley
this
early
?
"
asked
Travers
.
