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"
And
where
will
you
lot
traffic
potions
and
poisons
when
my
pub
's
closed
down
?
What
will
happen
to
your
little
sidelines
then
?
"
"
Are
you
threatening
--
?
"
"
I
keep
my
mouth
shut
,
it
's
why
you
come
here
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
I
still
say
I
saw
a
stag
Patronus
!
"
shouted
the
first
Death
Eater
.
"
Stag
?
"
roared
the
barman
.
"
It
's
a
goat
,
idiot
!
"
"
All
right
,
we
made
a
mistake
,
"
said
the
second
Death
Eater
.
"
Break
curfew
again
and
we
wo
n't
be
so
lenient
!
"
The
Death
Eaters
strode
back
towards
the
High
Street
.
Hermione
moaned
with
relief
,
wove
out
from
under
the
Cloak
,
and
sat
down
on
a
wobble-legged
chair
.
Harry
drew
the
curtains
,
then
pulled
the
Cloak
off
himself
and
Ron
.
They
could
hear
the
barman
down
below
,
rebolting
the
door
of
the
bar
,
then
climbing
the
stairs
.
Harry
's
attention
was
caught
by
something
on
the
mantelpiece
:
a
small
,
rectangular
mirror
,
propped
on
top
of
it
,
right
beneath
the
portrait
of
the
girl
.
The
barman
entered
the
room
.
"
You
bloody
fools
,
"
he
said
gruffly
,
looking
from
one
to
the
other
of
them
.
"
What
were
you
thinking
,
coming
here
?
"
