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Ogden
had
broken
into
a
reluctant
trot
due
to
the
steep
downward
slope
.
Dumbledore
lengthened
his
stride
,
and
Harry
hurried
to
keep
up
.
He
thought
Little
Hangleton
must
be
their
final
destination
and
wondered
,
as
he
had
done
on
the
night
they
had
found
Slughorn
,
why
they
had
to
approach
it
from
such
a
distance
.
He
soon
discovered
that
he
was
mistaken
in
thinking
that
they
were
going
to
the
village
,
however
.
The
lane
curved
to
the
right
and
when
they
rounded
the
corner
,
it
was
to
see
the
very
edge
of
Ogden
's
frock
coat
vanishing
through
a
gap
in
the
hedge
.
Dumbledore
and
Harry
followed
him
onto
a
narrow
dirt
track
bordered
by
higher
and
wilder
hedgerows
than
those
they
had
left
behind
.
The
path
was
crooked
,
rocky
,
and
potholed
,
sloping
downhill
like
the
last
one
,
and
it
seemed
to
be
heading
for
a
patch
of
dark
trees
a
little
below
them
.
Sure
enough
,
the
track
soon
opened
up
at
the
copse
,
and
Dumbledore
and
Harry
came
to
a
halt
behind
Ogden
,
who
had
stopped
and
drawn
his
wand
.
Despite
the
cloudless
sky
,
the
old
trees
ahead
cast
deep
,
dark
,
cool
shadows
,
and
it
was
a
few
seconds
before
Harry
's
eyes
discerned
the
building
half-hidden
amongst
the
tangle
of
trunks
.
It
seemed
to
him
a
very
strange
location
to
choose
for
a
house
,
or
else
an
odd
decision
to
leave
the
trees
growing
nearby
,
blocking
all
light
and
the
view
of
the
valley
below
.
He
wondered
whether
it
was
inhabited
;
its
walls
were
mossy
and
so
many
tiles
had
fallen
off
the
roof
that
the
rafters
were
visible
in
places
.
Nettles
grew
all
around
it
,
their
tips
reaching
the
windows
,
which
were
tiny
and
thick
with
grime
.
Just
as
he
had
concluded
that
nobody
could
possibly
live
there
,
however
,
one
of
the
windows
was
thrown
open
with
a
clatter
,
and
a
thin
trickle
of
steam
or
smoke
issued
from
it
,
as
though
somebody
was
cooking
.
Ogden
moved
forward
quietly
and
,
it
seemed
to
Harry
,
rather
cautiously
.
As
the
dark
shadows
of
the
trees
slid
over
him
,
he
stopped
again
,
staring
at
the
front
door
,
to
which
somebody
had
nailed
a
dead
snake
.
Then
there
was
a
rustle
and
a
crack
,
and
a
man
in
rags
dropped
from
the
nearest
tree
,
landing
on
his
feet
right
in
front
of
Ogden
,
who
leapt
backward
so
fast
he
stood
on
the
tails
of
his
frock
coat
and
stumbled
.
"
You
're
not
welcome
.
"
The
man
standing
before
them
had
thick
hair
so
matted
with
dirt
it
could
have
been
any
color
.
Several
of
his
teeth
were
missing
.
His
eyes
were
small
and
dark
and
stared
in
opposite
directions
.
He
might
have
looked
comical
,
but
he
did
not
;
the
effect
was
frightening
,
and
Harry
could
not
blame
Ogden
for
backing
away
several
more
paces
before
he
spoke
.
"
Er
--
good
morning
.
I
'm
from
the
Ministry
of
Magic
--
"
"
You
're
not
welcome
.
"
