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'N
othing
whatsoever
,
'
said
Phineas
Nigellus
,
raising
a
thin
black
eyebrow
as
though
he
found
Harry
impertinent
.
Harry
's
temper
rose
to
the
surface
like
a
snake
rearing
from
long
grass
.
He
was
exhausted
,
he
was
confused
beyond
measure
,
he
had
experienced
terror
,
relief
,
then
terror
again
in
the
last
twelve
hours
,
and
still
Dumbledore
did
not
want
to
talk
to
him
!
'S
o
that
's
it
,
is
it
?
'
he
said
loudly
.
'
"
Stay
where
you
are
"
?
That
's
all
anyone
could
tell
me
after
I
got
attacked
by
those
dementors
,
too
!
Just
stay
put
while
the
grown-ups
sort
it
out
,
Harry
!
We
wo
n't
bother
telling
you
anything
,
though
,
because
your
tiny
little
brain
might
not
be
able
to
cope
with
it
!
'
'
You
know
,
'
said
Phineas
Nigellus
,
even
more
loudly
than
Harry
,
'
this
is
precisely
why
I
loathed
being
a
teacher
!
Young
people
are
so
infernally
convinced
that
they
are
absolutely
right
about
everything
.
Has
it
not
occurred
to
you
,
my
poor
puffed-up
popinjay
,
that
there
might
be
an
excellent
reason
why
the
Headmaster
of
Hogwarts
is
not
confiding
every
tiny
detail
of
his
plans
to
you
?
Have
you
never
paused
,
while
feeling
hard-done-by
,
to
note
that
following
Dumbledore
's
orders
has
never
yet
led
you
into
harm
?
No
.
No
,
like
all
young
people
,
you
are
quite
sure
that
you
alone
feel
and
think
,
you
alone
recognise
danger
,
you
alone
are
the
only
one
clever
enough
to
realise
what
the
Dark
Lord
may
be
planning
--
'
'
He
is
planning
something
to
do
with
me
,
then
?
'
said
Harry
swiftly
.
'D
id
I
say
that
?
'
said
Phineas
Nigellus
,
idly
examining
his
silk
gloves
.
'N
ow
,
if
you
will
excuse
me
,
I
have
better
things
to
do
than
listen
to
adolescent
agonising
...
good-day
to
you
.
'
And
he
strolled
to
the
edge
of
his
frame
and
out
of
sight
.
'
Fine
,
go
then
!
'
Harry
bellowed
at
the
empty
frame
.
'
And
tell
Dumbledore
thanks
for
nothing
!
'
The
empty
canvas
remained
silent
.
Fuming
,
Harry
dragged
his
trunk
back
to
the
foot
of
his
bed
,
then
threw
himself
face
down
on
the
moth-eaten
covers
,
his
eyes
shut
,
his
body
heavy
and
aching
.
