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Lowering
his
face
so
that
his
nose
was
a
mere
inch
away
from
the
glassy
substance
,
Harry
saw
that
rows
and
rows
of
witches
and
wizards
were
seated
around
every
wall
on
what
seemed
to
be
benches
rising
in
levels
.
An
empty
chair
stood
in
the
very
center
of
the
room
.
There
was
something
about
the
chair
that
gave
Harry
an
ominous
feeling
.
Chains
encircled
the
arms
of
it
,
as
though
its
occupants
were
usually
tied
to
it
.
Where
was
this
place
?
It
surely
was
n't
Hogwarts
;
he
had
never
seen
a
room
like
that
here
in
the
castle
.
Moreover
,
the
crowd
in
the
mysterious
room
at
the
bottom
of
the
basin
was
comprised
of
adults
,
and
Harry
knew
there
were
not
nearly
that
many
teachers
at
Hogwarts
.
They
seemed
,
he
thought
,
to
be
waiting
for
something
;
even
though
he
could
only
see
the
tops
of
their
hats
,
all
of
their
faces
seemed
to
be
pointing
in
one
direction
,
and
none
of
them
were
talking
to
one
another
.
The
basin
being
circular
,
and
the
room
he
was
observing
square
,
Harry
could
not
make
out
what
was
going
on
in
the
corners
of
it
.
He
leaned
even
closer
,
tilting
his
head
,
trying
to
see
...
The
tip
of
his
nose
touched
the
strange
substance
into
which
he
was
staring
.
Dumbledore
's
office
gave
an
almighty
lurch
-
Harry
was
thrown
forward
and
pitched
headfirst
into
the
substance
inside
the
basin
-
But
his
head
did
not
hit
the
stone
bottom
.
He
was
falling
through
something
icy-cold
and
black
;
it
was
like
being
sucked
into
a
dark
whirlpool
-
And
suddenly
,
Harry
found
himself
sitting
on
a
bench
at
the
end
of
the
room
inside
the
basin
,
a
bench
raised
high
above
the
others
.
He
looked
up
at
the
high
stone
ceiling
,
expecting
to
see
the
circular
window
through
which
he
had
just
been
staring
,
but
there
was
nothing
there
but
dark
,
solid
stone
.
Breathing
hard
and
fast
.
Harry
looked
around
him
.
Not
one
of
the
witches
and
wizards
in
the
room
(
and
there
were
at
least
two
hundred
of
them
)
was
looking
at
him
.
Not
one
of
them
seemed
to
have
noticed
that
a
fourteen-year-old
boy
had
just
dropped
from
the
ceiling
into
their
midst
.
Harry
turned
to
the
wizard
next
to
him
on
the
bench
and
uttered
a
loud
cry
of
surprise
that
reverberated
around
the
silent
room
.
He
was
sitting
right
next
to
Albus
Dumbledore
.
