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"
That
was
n't
your
Patronus
,
"
said
a
Death
Eater
.
"
That
was
a
stag
.
It
was
Potter
's
!
"
"
Stag
!
"
roared
the
barman
,
and
he
pulled
out
a
wand
.
"
Stag
!
You
idiot
--
Expecto
Patronum
!
"
Something
huge
and
horned
erupted
from
the
wand
.
Head
down
,
it
charged
toward
the
High
Street
,
and
out
of
sight
.
"
That
's
not
what
I
saw
--
"
said
the
Death
Eater
,
though
was
less
certainly
.
"
Curfew
's
been
broken
,
you
heard
the
noise
,
"
one
of
his
companions
told
the
barman
.
"
Someone
was
out
on
the
streets
against
regulations
--
"
"
If
I
want
to
put
my
cat
out
,
I
will
,
and
be
damned
to
your
curfew
!
"
"
You
set
off
the
Caterwauling
Charm
?
"
"
What
if
I
did
?
Going
to
cart
me
off
to
Azkaban
?
Kill
me
for
sticking
my
nose
out
my
own
front
door
?
Do
it
,
then
,
if
you
want
to
!
But
I
hope
for
your
sakes
you
have
n't
pressed
your
little
Dark
Marks
,
and
summoned
him
.
He
's
not
going
to
like
being
called
here
,
for
me
and
my
old
cat
,
is
he
,
now
?
"
"
Do
n't
worry
about
us
,
"
said
one
of
the
Death
Eaters
,
"
worry
about
yourself
,
breaking
curfew
!
"
