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"
Dumbledore
happens
to
trust
me
,
"
said
Snape
through
clenched
teeth
.
"
I
refuse
to
believe
that
he
gave
you
orders
to
search
my
office
!
"
"
Course
Dumbledore
trusts
you
,
"
growled
Moody
.
"
Hes
a
trusting
man
,
is
n't
he
?
Believes
in
second
chances
.
But
me
-
I
say
there
are
spots
that
do
n't
come
off
,
Snape
.
Spots
that
never
come
off
,
d'you
know
what
I
mean
?
"
Snape
suddenly
did
something
very
strange
.
He
seized
his
left
forearm
convulsively
with
his
right
hand
,
as
though
something
on
it
had
hurt
him
.
Moody
laughed
.
"
Get
back
to
bed
,
Snape
.
"
"
You
do
n't
have
the
authority
to
send
me
anywhere
!
"
Snape
hissed
,
letting
go
of
his
arm
as
though
angry
with
himself
.
"
I
have
as
much
right
to
prowl
this
school
after
dark
as
you
do
!
"
"
Prowl
away
,
"
said
Moody
,
but
his
voice
was
full
of
menace
.
"
I
look
forward
to
meeting
you
in
a
dark
corridor
some
time
...
.
You
've
dropped
something
,
by
the
way
...
.
"
With
a
stab
of
horror
.
Harry
saw
Moody
point
at
the
Marauders
Map
,
still
lying
on
the
staircase
six
steps
below
him
.
As
Snape
and
Filch
both
turned
to
look
at
it
,
Harry
threw
caution
to
the
winds
;
he
raised
his
arms
under
the
cloak
and
waved
furiously
at
Moody
to
attract
his
attention
,
mouthing
"
It
's
mine
!
Mine
!
"
Snape
had
reached
out
for
it
,
a
horrible
expression
of
dawning
comprehension
on
his
face
-
"
Accio
Parchment
!
"
