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'
Over
here
,
Harry
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
and
they
stepped
out
of
the
stream
of
Ministry
employees
heading
for
the
golden
gates
.
Seated
at
a
desk
to
the
left
,
beneath
a
sign
saying
SECURITY
,
a
badly-shaven
wizard
in
peacock-blue
robes
looked
up
as
they
approached
and
put
down
his
Daily
Prophet
.
'
I
'm
escorting
a
visitor
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
gesturing
towards
Harry
.
'S
tep
over
here
,
'
said
the
wizard
in
a
bored
voice
.
Harry
walked
closer
to
him
and
the
wizard
held
up
a
long
golden
rod
,
thin
and
flexible
as
a
car
aerial
,
and
passed
it
up
and
down
Harry
's
front
and
back
.
'
Wand
,
'
grunted
the
security
wizard
at
Harry
,
putting
down
the
golden
instrument
and
holding
out
his
hand
.
Harry
produced
his
wand
.
The
wizard
dropped
it
on
to
a
strange
brass
instrument
,
which
looked
something
like
a
set
of
scales
with
only
one
dish
.
It
began
to
vibrate
.
A
narrow
strip
of
parchment
came
speeding
out
of
a
slit
in
the
base
.
The
wizard
tore
this
off
and
read
the
writing
on
it
.
'
Eleven
inches
,
phoenix-feather
core
,
been
in
use
four
years
.
That
correct
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Harry
nervously
.
'
I
keep
this
,
'
said
the
wizard
,
impaling
the
slip
of
parchment
on
a
small
brass
spike
.
'
You
get
this
back
,
'
he
added
,
thrusting
the
wand
at
Harry
.
