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'
Come
on
,
hurry
,
'
growled
Moody
,
prodding
Harry
in
the
back
.
Harry
walked
up
the
worn
stone
steps
,
staring
at
the
newly
materialised
door
.
Its
black
paint
was
shabby
and
scratched
.
The
silver
doorknocker
was
in
the
form
of
a
twisted
serpent
.
There
was
no
keyhole
or
letterbox
.
Lupin
,
pulled
out
his
wand
and
tapped
the
door
once
.
Harry
heard
many
loud
,
metallic
clicks
and
what
sounded
like
the
clatter
of
a
chain
.
The
door
creaked
open
.
'
Get
in
quick
,
Harry
,
'
Lupin
whispered
,
'
but
do
n't
go
far
inside
and
do
n't
touch
anything
.
'
Harry
stepped
over
the
threshold
into
the
almost
total
darkness
of
the
hall
.
He
could
smell
damp
,
dust
,
and
a
sweetish
,
rotting
smell
;
the
place
had
the
feeling
of
a
derelict
building
.
He
looked
over
his
shoulder
and
saw
the
others
filing
in
behind
him
,
Lupin
and
Tonks
carrying
his
trunk
and
Hedwig
's
cage
.
Moody
was
standing
on
the
top
step
releasing
the
balls
of
light
the
Put-Outer
had
stolen
from
the
streetlamps
;
they
flew
back
to
their
bulbs
and
the
square
glowed
momentarily
with
orange
light
before
Moody
limped
inside
and
closed
the
front
door
,
so
that
the
darkness
in
the
hall
became
complete
.
'
Here
--
'
He
rapped
Harry
hard
over
the
head
with
his
wand
;
Harry
felt
as
though
something
hot
was
trickling
down
his
back
this
time
and
knew
that
the
Disillusionment
Charm
must
have
lifted
.
'N
ow
stay
still
,
everyone
,
while
I
give
us
a
bit
of
light
in
here
,
'
Moody
whispered
.
The
others
'
hushed
voices
were
giving
Harry
an
odd
feeling
of
foreboding
;
it
was
as
though
they
had
just
entered
the
house
of
a
dying
person
.
He
heard
a
soft
hissing
noise
and
then
old-fashioned
gas
lamps
sputtered
into
life
all
along
the
walls
,
casting
a
flickering
insubstantial
light
over
the
peeling
wallpaper
and
threadbare
carpet
of
a
long
,
gloomy
hallway
,
where
a
cobwebby
chandelier
glimmered
overhead
and
age-blackened
portraits
hung
crooked
on
the
walls
.
Harry
heard
something
scuttling
behind
the
skirting
board
.
Both
the
chandelier
and
the
candelabra
on
a
rickety
table
nearby
were
shaped
like
serpents
.
