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There
was
a
terrified
silence
in
the
entrance
hall
.
Nobody
but
Moody
was
moving
a
muscle
.
Moody
turned
to
look
at
Harry
-
at
least
,
his
normal
eye
was
looking
at
Harry
;
the
other
one
was
pointing
into
the
back
of
his
head
.
"
Did
he
get
you
?
"
Moody
growled
.
His
voice
was
low
and
gravelly
.
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
missed
.
"
"
LEAVE
IT
!
"
Moody
shouted
.
"
Leave
-
what
?
"
Harry
said
,
bewildered
.
"
Not
you
-
him
!
"
Moody
growled
,
jerking
his
thumb
over
his
shoulder
at
Crabbe
,
who
had
just
frozen
,
about
to
pick
up
the
white
ferret
.
It
seemed
that
Moody
's
rolling
eye
was
magical
and
could
see
out
of
the
back
of
his
head
.
Moody
started
to
limp
toward
Crabbe
,
Goyle
,
and
the
ferret
,
which
gave
a
terrified
squeak
and
took
off
,
streaking
toward
the
dungeons
.
"
I
do
n't
think
so
!
"
roared
Moody
,
pointing
his
wand
at
the
ferret
again
-
it
flew
ten
feet
into
the
air
,
fell
with
a
smack
to
the
floor
,
and
then
bounced
upward
once
more
.
"
I
do
n't
like
people
who
attack
when
their
opponent
's
back
's
turned
,
"
growled
Moody
as
the
ferret
bounced
higher
and
higher
,
squealing
in
pain
.
"
Stinking
,
cowardly
,
scummy
thing
to
do
...
"
