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The
squat
,
bandy-legged
man
with
long
,
straggly
,
ginger
hair
jumped
and
dropped
an
ancient
suitcase
,
which
burst
open
,
releasing
what
looked
like
the
entire
contents
of
a
junk
shop
window
.
"
Oh
,
'
ello
,
'
Arry
,
"
said
Mundungus
Fletcher
,
with
a
most
unconvincing
stab
at
airiness
.
"
Well
,
do
n't
let
me
keep
ya
.
"
And
he
began
scrabbling
on
the
ground
to
retrieve
the
contents
of
his
suitcase
with
every
appearance
of
a
man
eager
to
be
gone
.
"
Are
you
selling
this
stuff
?
"
asked
Harry
,
watching
Mundungus
grab
an
assortment
of
grubby-looking
objects
from
the
ground
.
"
Oh
,
well
,
got
ta
scrape
a
living
,
"
said
Mundungus
.
"
Gim
me
that
!
"
Ron
had
stooped
down
and
picked
up
something
silver
.
"
Hang
on
,
"
Ron
said
slowly
.
"
This
looks
familiar
--
"
"
Thank
you
!
"
said
Mundungus
,
snatching
the
goblet
out
of
Ron
's
hand
and
stuffing
it
back
into
the
case
.
"
Well
,
I
'll
see
you
all
--
OUCH
!
"
Harry
had
pinned
Mundungus
against
the
wall
of
the
pub
by
the
throat
.
Holding
him
fast
with
one
hand
,
he
pulled
out
his
wand
.
"
Harry
!
"
squealed
Hermione
.
