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"
That
's
because
they
're
uneducated
and
brainwashed
!
"
Hermione
began
hotly
,
but
her
next
few
words
were
drowned
out
by
the
sudden
whooshing
noise
from
overhead
,
which
announced
the
arrival
of
the
post
owls
.
Harry
looked
up
at
once
,
and
saw
Hedwig
soaring
toward
him
.
Hermione
stopped
talking
abruptly
;
she
and
Ron
watched
Hedwig
anxiously
as
she
fluttered
down
onto
Harry
's
shoulder
,
folded
her
wings
,
and
held
out
her
leg
wearily
.
Harry
pulled
off
Sirius
's
reply
and
offered
Hedwig
his
bacon
rinds
,
which
she
ate
gratefully
.
Then
,
checking
that
Fred
and
George
were
safely
immersed
in
further
discussions
about
the
Triwizard
Tournament
,
Harry
read
out
Sirius
's
letter
in
a
whisper
to
Ron
and
Hermione
.
Nice
try
,
Harry
.
I
'm
back
in
the
country
and
well
hidden
.
I
want
you
to
keep
me
posted
on
everything
that
's
going
on
at
Hogwarts
.
Do
n't
use
Hedwig
,
keep
changing
owls
,
and
do
n't
worry
about
me
,
just
watch
out
for
yourself
Do
n't
forget
what
I
said
about
your
scar
.
Sirius
"
Why
d'you
have
to
keep
changing
owls
?
"
Ron
asked
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Hedwig
'll
attract
too
much
attention
,
"
said
Hermione
at
once
.
"
She
stands
out
.
A
snowy
owl
that
keeps
returning
to
wherever
he
's
hiding
...
I
mean
,
they
're
not
native
birds
,
are
they
?
"
Harry
rolled
up
the
letter
and
slipped
it
inside
his
robes
,
wondering
whether
he
felt
more
or
less
worried
than
before
.
He
supposed
that
Sirius
managing
to
get
back
without
being
caught
was
something
.
He
could
n't
deny
either
that
the
idea
that
Sirius
was
much
nearer
was
reassuring
;
at
least
he
would
n't
have
to
wait
so
long
for
a
response
every
time
he
wrote
.
"
Thanks
,
Hedwig
,
"
he
said
,
stroking
her
.
She
hooted
sleepily
,
dipped
her
beak
briefly
into
his
goblet
of
orange
juice
,
then
took
off
again
,
clearly
desperate
for
a
good
long
sleep
in
the
Owlery
.
