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The
Healer
pointed
her
wand
at
the
door
of
the
Janus
Thickey
Ward
and
muttered
,
'
Alohomora
.
'
The
door
swung
open
and
she
led
the
way
inside
,
keeping
a
firm
grasp
on
Gilderoy
's
arm
until
she
had
settled
him
into
an
armchair
beside
his
bed
.
'
This
is
our
long-term
residents
'
ward
,
'
she
informed
Harry
,
Ron
,
Hermione
and
Ginny
in
a
low
voice
.
'
For
permanent
spell
damage
,
you
know
.
Of
course
,
with
intensive
remedial
potions
and
charms
and
a
bit
of
luck
,
we
can
produce
some
improvement
.
Gilderoy
does
seem
to
be
getting
back
some
sense
of
himself
;
and
we
've
seen
a
real
improvement
in
Mr.
Bode
,
he
seems
to
be
regaining
the
power
of
speech
very
well
,
though
he
is
n't
speaking
any
language
we
recognise
yet
.
Well
,
I
must
finish
giving
out
the
Christmas
presents
,
I
'll
leave
you
all
to
chat
.
'
Harry
looked
around
.
The
ward
bore
unmistakeable
signs
of
being
a
permanent
home
to
its
residents
.
They
had
many
more
personal
effects
around
their
beds
than
in
Mr
Weasley
's
ward
;
the
wall
around
Gilderoy
's
headboard
,
for
instance
,
was
papered
with
pictures
of
himself
,
all
beaming
toothily
and
waving
at
the
new
arrivals
.
He
had
autographed
many
of
them
to
himself
in
disjointed
,
childish
writing
.
The
moment
he
had
been
deposited
in
his
chair
by
the
Healer
,
Gilderoy
pulled
a
fresh
stack
of
photographs
towards
him
,
seized
a
quill
and
started
signing
them
all
feverishly
.
'
You
can
put
them
in
envelopes
,
'
he
said
to
Ginny
,
throwing
the
signed
pictures
into
her
lap
one
by
one
as
he
finished
them
.
'
I
am
not
forgotten
,
you
know
,
no
,
I
still
receive
a
very
great
deal
of
fan
mail
...
Gladys
Gudgeon
writes
weekly
...
I
just
wish
I
knew
why
...
'
He
paused
,
looking
faintly
puzzled
,
then
beamed
again
and
returned
to
his
signing
with
renewed
vigour
.
'
I
suspect
it
is
simply
my
good
looks
...
'
A
sallow-skinned
,
mournful-looking
wizard
lay
in
the
bed
opposite
staring
at
the
ceiling
;
he
was
mumbling
to
himself
and
seemed
quite
unaware
of
anything
around
him
.
Two
beds
along
was
a
woman
whose
entire
head
was
covered
in
fur
;
Harry
remembered
something
similar
happening
to
Hermione
during
their
second
year
,
although
fortunately
the
damage
,
in
her
case
,
had
not
been
permanent
.
At
the
far
end
of
the
ward
flowery
curtains
had
been
drawn
around
two
beds
to
give
the
occupants
and
their
visitors
some
privacy
.
'
Here
you
are
,
Agnes
,
'
said
the
Healer
brightly
to
the
furry-faced
woman
,
handing
her
a
small
pile
of
Christmas
presents
.
'S
ee
,
not
forgotten
,
are
you
?
And
your
son
's
sent
an
owl
to
say
he
's
visiting
tonight
,
so
that
's
nice
,
is
n't
it
?
'
Agnes
gave
several
loud
barks
.
'
And
look
,
Broderick
,
you
've
been
sent
a
pot
plant
and
a
lovely
calendar
with
a
different
fancy
hippogriff
for
each
month
;
they
'll
brighten
things
up
,
wo
n't
they
?
'
said
the
Healer
,
bustling
along
to
the
mumbling
man
,
setting
a
rather
ugly
plant
with
long
,
swaying
tentacles
on
the
bedside
cabinet
and
fixing
the
calendar
to
the
wall
with
her
wand
.
'
And
--
oh
,
Mrs.
Longbottom
,
are
you
leaving
already
?
'
Harry
's
head
span
round
.
The
curtains
had
been
drawn
back
from
the
two
beds
at
the
end
of
the
ward
and
two
visitors
were
walking
back
down
the
aisle
between
the
beds
:
a
formidable-looking
old
witch
wearing
a
long
green
dress
,
a
moth-eaten
fox
fur
and
a
pointed
hat
decorated
with
what
was
unmistakeably
a
stuffed
vulture
and
,
trailing
behind
her
looking
thoroughly
depressed
--
Neville
.
