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At
which
Sirius
,
ignoring
Hermione
's
protests
,
seized
Kreacher
by
the
back
of
his
loincloth
and
threw
him
bodily
from
the
room
.
The
doorbell
rang
several
times
a
day
,
which
was
the
cue
for
Sirius
's
mother
to
start
shrieking
again
,
and
for
Harry
and
the
others
to
attempt
to
eavesdrop
on
the
visitor
,
though
they
gleaned
very
little
from
the
brief
glimpses
and
snatches
of
conversation
they
were
able
to
sneak
before
Mrs.
Weasley
recalled
them
to
their
tasks
.
Snape
flitted
in
and
out
of
the
house
several
times
more
,
though
to
Harry
's
relief
they
never
came
face
to
face
;
Harry
also
caught
sight
of
his
Transfiguration
teacher
,
Professor
McGonagall
,
looking
very
odd
in
a
Muggle
dress
and
coat
,
and
she
also
seemed
too
busy
to
linger
.
Sometimes
,
however
,
the
visitors
stayed
to
help
.
Tonks
joined
them
for
a
memorable
afternoon
in
which
they
found
a
murderous
old
ghoul
lurking
in
an
upstairs
toilet
,
and
Lupin
,
who
was
staying
in
the
house
with
Sirius
but
who
left
it
for
long
periods
to
do
mysterious
work
for
the
Order
,
helped
them
repair
a
grandfather
clock
that
had
developed
the
unpleasant
habit
of
shooting
heavy
bolts
at
passers-by
.
Mundungus
redeemed
himself
slightly
in
Mrs.
Weasley
's
eyes
by
rescuing
Ron
from
an
ancient
set
of
purple
robes
that
had
tried
to
strangle
him
when
he
removed
them
from
their
wardrobe
.
Despite
the
fact
that
he
was
still
sleeping
badly
,
still
having
dreams
about
corridors
and
locked
doors
that
made
his
scar
prickle
,
Harry
was
managing
to
have
fun
for
the
first
time
all
summer
.
As
long
as
he
was
busy
he
was
happy
;
when
the
action
abated
,
however
,
whenever
he
dropped
his
guard
,
or
lay
exhausted
in
bed
watching
blurred
shadows
move
across
the
ceiling
,
the
thought
of
the
looming
Ministry
hearing
returned
to
him
.
Fear
jabbed
at
his
insides
like
needles
as
he
wondered
what
was
going
to
happen
to
him
if
he
was
expelled
.
The
idea
was
so
terrible
that
he
did
not
dare
voice
it
aloud
,
not
even
to
Ron
and
Hermione
,
who
,
though
he
often
saw
them
whispering
together
and
casting
anxious
looks
in
his
direction
,
followed
his
lead
in
not
mentioning
it
.
Sometimes
,
he
could
not
prevent
his
imagination
showing
him
a
faceless
Ministry
official
who
was
snapping
his
wand
in
two
and
ordering
him
back
to
the
Dursleys
'
...
but
he
would
not
go
.
He
was
determined
on
that
.
He
would
come
back
here
to
Grimmauld
Place
and
live
with
Sirius
He
felt
as
though
a
brick
had
dropped
into
his
stomach
when
Mrs.
Weasley
turned
to
him
during
dinner
on
Wednesday
evening
and
said
quietly
,
'
I
've
ironed
your
best
clothes
for
tomorrow
morning
,
Harry
,
and
I
want
you
to
wash
your
hair
tonight
,
too
.
A
good
first
impression
can
work
wonders
.
'
Ron
,
Hermione
,
Fred
,
George
,
and
Ginny
all
stopped
talking
and
looked
over
at
him
.
Harry
nodded
and
tried
to
keep
eating
his
chop
,
but
his
mouth
had
become
so
dry
he
could
not
chew
.
'
How
am
I
getting
there
?
'
he
asked
Mrs.
Weasley
,
trying
to
sound
unconcerned
.
'
Arthur
's
taking
you
to
work
with
him
,
'
said
Mrs.
Weasley
gently
.
Mr.
Weasley
smiled
encouragingly
at
Harry
across
the
table
.
'
You
can
wait
in
my
office
until
it
's
time
for
the
hearing
,
'
he
said
.
