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Filch
the
caretaker
came
wheezing
into
the
room
.
There
were
purple
patches
on
his
sunken
,
veined
cheeks
,
his
jowls
were
aquiver
and
his
thin
grey
hair
dishevelled
;
he
had
obviously
run
here
.
Mrs.
Norris
came
trotting
at
his
heels
,
gazing
up
at
the
owls
overhead
and
mewing
hungrily
.
There
was
a
restless
shifting
of
wings
from
above
and
a
large
brown
owl
snapped
his
beak
in
a
menacing
fashion
.
'
Aha
!
'
said
Filch
,
taking
a
flat-footed
step
towards
Harry
,
his
pouchy
cheeks
trembling
with
anger
.
'
I
've
had
a
tip-off
that
you
are
intending
to
place
a
massive
order
for
Dungbombs
!
'
Harry
folded
his
arms
and
stared
at
the
caretaker
.
'
Who
told
you
I
was
ordering
Dungbombs
?
'
Cho
was
looking
from
Harry
to
Filch
,
also
frowning
;
the
barn
owl
on
her
arm
,
tired
of
standing
on
one
leg
,
gave
an
admonitory
hoot
but
she
ignored
it
.
'
I
have
my
sources
.
'
said
Filch
in
a
self-satisfied
hiss
.
'N
ow
hand
over
whatever
it
is
you
're
sending
.
'
Feeling
immensely
thankful
that
he
had
not
dawdled
in
posting
off
the
letter
,
Harry
said
,
'
I
ca
n't
,
it
's
gone
.
'
'
Gone
?
'
said
Filch
,
his
face
contorting
with
rage
.
'
Gone
,
'
said
Harry
calmly
.
Filch
opened
his
mouth
furiously
,
mouthed
for
a
few
seconds
,
then
raked
Harry
's
robes
with
his
eyes
.
