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"
Do
n't
tell
me
you
do
n't
know
?
"
he
said
delightedly
.
"
You
've
got
a
father
and
brother
at
the
Ministry
and
you
do
n't
even
know
?
My
God
,
my
father
told
me
about
it
ages
ago
...
heard
it
from
Cornelius
Fudge
.
But
then
,
Father
's
always
associated
with
the
top
people
at
the
Ministry
...
.
Maybe
your
father
's
too
junior
to
know
about
it
,
Weasley
...
yes
...
they
probably
do
n't
talk
about
important
stuff
in
front
of
him
...
.
"
Laughing
once
more
,
Malfoy
beckoned
to
Crabbe
and
Goyle
,
and
the
three
of
them
disappeared
.
Ron
got
to
his
feet
and
slammed
the
sliding
compartment
door
so
hard
behind
them
that
the
glass
shattered
.
"
Ron
!
"
said
Hermione
reproachfully
,
and
she
pulled
out
her
wand
,
muttered
"
Reparo
!
"
and
the
glass
shards
flew
back
into
a
single
pane
and
back
into
the
door
.
"
Well
...
making
it
look
like
he
knows
everything
and
we
do
n't
...
.
"
Ron
snarled
.
"
'
Father
's
always
associated
with
the
top
people
at
the
Ministry
'
...
Dad
could
've
got
a
promotion
any
time
...
he
just
likes
it
where
he
is
...
.
"
"
Of
course
he
does
,
"
said
Hermione
quietly
.
"
Do
n't
let
Malfoy
get
to
you
,
Ron
-
"
"
Him
!
Get
to
me
!?
As
if
!
"
said
Ron
,
picking
up
one
of
the
remaining
Cauldron
Cakes
and
squashing
it
into
a
pulp
.
Ron
's
bad
mood
continued
for
the
rest
of
the
journey
.
He
did
n't
talk
much
as
they
changed
into
their
school
robes
,
and
was
still
glowering
when
the
Hogwarts
Express
slowed
down
at
last
and
finally
stopped
in
the
pitch-darkness
of
Hogsmeade
station
.
As
the
train
doors
opened
,
there
was
a
rumble
of
thunder
overhead
.
Hermione
bundled
up
Crookshanks
in
her
cloak
and
Ron
left
his
dress
robes
over
Pigwidgeon
as
they
left
the
train
,
heads
bent
and
eyes
narrowed
against
the
downpour
.
The
rain
was
now
coming
down
so
thick
and
fast
that
it
was
as
though
buckets
of
ice-cold
water
were
being
emptied
repeatedly
over
their
heads
.
