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He
continued
,
"
As
ever
,
I
would
like
to
remind
you
all
that
the
forest
on
the
grounds
is
out-of-bounds
to
students
,
as
is
the
village
of
Hogsmeade
to
all
below
third
year
.
"
It
is
also
my
painful
duty
to
inform
you
that
the
Inter-House
Quidditch
Cup
will
not
take
place
this
year
.
"
"
What
?
"
Harry
gasped
.
He
looked
around
at
Fred
and
George
,
his
fellow
members
of
the
Quidditch
team
.
They
were
mouthing
soundlessly
at
Dumbledore
,
apparently
too
appalled
to
speak
.
Dumbhedore
went
on
,
"
This
is
due
to
an
event
that
will
be
starting
in
October
,
and
continuing
throughout
the
school
year
,
taking
up
much
of
the
teachers
'
time
and
energy
-
but
I
am
sure
you
will
all
enjoy
it
immensely
.
I
have
great
pleasure
in
announcing
that
this
year
at
Hogwarts
-
"
But
at
that
moment
,
there
was
a
deafening
rumble
of
thunder
and
the
doors
of
the
Great
Hall
banged
open
.
A
man
stood
in
the
doorway
,
leaning
upon
a
long
staff
,
shrouded
in
a
black
traveling
cloak
.
Every
head
in
the
Great
Hall
swiveled
toward
the
stranger
,
suddenly
brightly
illuminated
by
a
fork
of
lightning
that
flashed
across
the
ceiling
.
He
lowered
his
hood
,
shook
out
a
long
mane
of
grizzled
,
dark
gray
hair
,
then
began
to
walk
up
toward
the
teachers
'
table
.
A
dull
clunk
echoed
through
the
Hall
on
his
every
other
step
.
He
reached
the
end
of
the
top
table
,
turned
right
,
and
limped
heavily
toward
Dumbledore
.
Another
flash
of
lightning
crossed
the
ceiling
.
Hermione
gasped
.
The
lightning
had
thrown
the
man
's
face
into
sharp
relief
,
and
it
was
a
face
unlike
any
Harry
had
ever
seen
.
It
looked
as
though
it
had
been
carved
out
of
weathered
wood
by
someone
who
had
only
the
vaguest
idea
of
what
human
faces
are
supposed
to
look
like
,
and
was
none
too
skilled
with
a
chisel
.
Every
inch
of
skin
seemed
to
be
scarred
.
The
mouth
looked
like
a
diagonal
gash
,
and
a
large
chunk
of
the
nose
was
missing
.
But
it
was
the
man
's
eyes
that
made
him
frightening
.
One
of
them
was
small
,
dark
,
and
beady
.
The
other
was
large
,
round
as
a
coin
,
and
a
vivid
,
electric
blue
.
The
blue
eye
was
moving
ceaselessly
,
without
blinking
,
and
was
rolling
up
,
down
,
and
from
side
to
side
,
quite
independently
of
the
normal
eye
-
and
then
it
rolled
right
over
,
pointing
into
the
back
of
the
man
's
head
,
so
that
all
they
could
see
was
whiteness
.
The
stranger
reached
Dumbledore
.
He
stretched
out
a
hand
that
was
as
badly
scarred
as
his
face
,
and
Dumbhedore
shook
it
,
muttering
words
Harry
could
n't
hear
.
He
seemed
to
be
making
some
inquiry
of
the
stranger
,
who
shook
his
head
unsmilingly
and
replied
in
an
undertone
.
Dumbledore
nodded
and
gestured
the
man
to
the
empty
seat
on
his
right-hand
side
.
