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"
Well
?
"
said
Karkaroff
,
still
making
every
effort
not
to
move
his
lips
.
"
Do
you
see
?
It
's
never
been
this
clear
,
never
since
-
"
"
Put
it
away
!
"
snarled
Snape
,
his
black
eyes
sweeping
the
classroom
.
"
But
you
must
have
noticed
-
"
Karkaroff
began
in
an
agitated
voice
.
"
We
can
talk
later
,
Karkaroff
!
"
spat
Snape
.
"
Potter
!
What
are
you
doing
?
"
"
Clearing
up
my
armadillo
bile
,
Professor
,
"
said
Harry
innocently
,
straightening
up
and
showing
Snape
the
sodden
rag
he
was
holding
.
Karkaroff
turned
on
his
heel
and
strode
out
of
the
dungeon
.
He
looked
both
worried
and
angry
.
Not
wanting
to
remain
alone
with
an
exceptionally
angry
Snape
,
Harry
threw
his
books
and
ingredients
back
into
his
bag
and
left
at
top
speed
to
tell
Ron
and
Hermione
what
he
had
just
witnessed
.
They
left
the
castle
at
noon
the
next
day
to
find
a
weak
silver
sun
shining
down
upon
the
grounds
.
The
weather
was
milder
than
it
had
been
all
year
,
and
by
the
time
they
arrived
in
Hogsmeade
,
all
three
of
them
had
taken
off
their
cloaks
and
thrown
them
over
their
shoulders
.
The
food
Sirius
had
told
them
to
bring
was
in
Harry
's
bag
;
they
had
sneaked
a
dozen
chicken
legs
,
a
loaf
of
bread
,
and
a
flask
of
pumpkin
juice
from
the
lunch
table
.
They
went
into
Gladrags
Wizardwear
to
buy
a
present
for
Dobby
,
where
they
had
fun
selecting
the
most
lurid
socks
they
could
find
,
including
a
pair
patterned
with
flashing
gold
and
silver
stars
,
and
another
that
screamed
loudly
when
they
became
too
smelly
.
Then
,
at
half
past
one
,
they
made
their
way
up
the
High
Street
,
past
Dervish
and
Banges
,
and
out
toward
the
edge
of
the
village
.
Harry
had
never
been
in
this
direction
before
.
The
winding
lane
was
leading
them
out
into
the
wild
countryside
around
Hogsmeade
.
The
cottages
were
fewer
here
,
and
their
gardens
larger
;
they
were
walking
toward
the
foot
of
the
mountain
in
whose
shadow
Hogsmeade
lay
.
Then
they
turned
a
corner
and
saw
a
stile
at
the
end
of
the
lane
.
Waiting
for
them
,
its
front
paws
on
the
topmost
bar
,
was
a
very
large
,
shaggy
black
dog
,
which
was
carrying
some
newspapers
in
its
mouth
and
looking
very
familiar
...
.
"
Hello
,
Sirius
,
"
said
Harry
when
they
had
reached
him
.
