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'
Thank
you
.
'
'
Hang
on
...
.
'
said
the
wizard
slowly
.
His
eyes
had
darted
from
the
silver
visitor
's
badge
on
Harry
's
chest
to
his
forehead
.
'
Thank
you
,
Eric
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
firmly
,
and
grasping
Harry
by
the
shoulder
he
steered
him
away
from
the
desk
and
back
into
the
stream
of
wizards
and
witches
walking
through
the
golden
gates
.
Jostled
slightly
by
the
crowd
,
Harry
followed
Mr.
Weasley
through
the
gates
into
the
smaller
hall
beyond
,
where
at
least
twenty
lifts
stood
behind
wrought
golden
grilles
.
Harry
and
Mr.
Weasley
joined
the
crowd
around
one
of
them
.
Nearby
,
stood
a
big
bearded
wizard
holding
a
large
cardboard
box
which
was
emitting
rasping
noises
.
'
All
right
,
Arthur
?
'
said
the
wizard
,
nodding
at
Mr.
Weasley
.
'
What
've
you
got
there
,
Bob
?
'
asked
Mr.
Weasley
,
looking
at
the
box
.
'
We
're
not
sure
,
'
said
the
wizard
seriously
.
'
We
thought
it
was
a
bog-standard
chicken
until
it
started
breathing
fire
.
Looks
like
a
serious
breach
of
the
Ban
on
Experimental
Breeding
to
me
.
'
With
a
great
jangling
and
clattering
a
lift
descended
in
front
of
them
;
the
golden
grille
slid
back
and
Harry
and
Mr.
Weasley
stepped
into
the
lift
with
the
rest
of
the
crowd
and
Harry
found
himself
jammed
against
the
back
wall
.
Several
witches
and
wizards
were
looking
at
him
curiously
;
he
stared
at
his
feet
to
avoid
catching
anyone
's
eye
,
flattening
his
fringe
as
he
did
so
.
The
grilles
slid
shut
with
a
crash
and
the
lift
ascended
slowly
,
chains
rattling
,
while
the
same
cool
female
voice
Harry
had
heard
in
the
telephone
box
rang
out
again
.
