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And
learn
until
our
brains
all
rot
.
"
Everybody
finished
the
song
at
different
times
.
At
last
,
only
the
Weasley
twins
were
left
singing
along
to
a
very
slow
funeral
march
.
Dumbledore
conducted
their
last
few
lines
with
his
wand
and
when
they
had
finished
,
he
was
one
of
those
who
clapped
loudest
.
"
Ah
,
music
,
"
he
said
,
wiping
his
eyes
.
"
A
magic
beyond
all
we
do
here
!
And
now
,
bedtime
.
Off
you
trot
!
"
The
Gryffindor
first
years
followed
Percy
through
the
chattering
crowds
,
out
of
the
Great
Hall
,
and
up
the
marble
staircase
.
Harry
's
legs
were
like
lead
again
,
but
only
because
he
was
so
tired
and
full
of
food
.
He
was
too
sleepy
even
to
be
surprised
that
the
people
in
the
portraits
along
the
corridors
whispered
and
pointed
as
they
passed
,
or
that
twice
Percy
led
them
through
doorways
hidden
behind
sliding
panels
and
hanging
tapestries
.
They
climbed
more
staircases
,
yawning
and
dragging
their
feet
,
and
Harry
was
just
wondering
how
much
farther
they
had
to
go
when
they
came
to
a
sudden
halt
.
A
bundle
of
walking
sticks
was
floating
in
midair
ahead
of
them
,
and
as
Percy
took
a
step
toward
them
they
started
throwing
themselves
at
him
.
"
Peeves
,
"
Percy
whispered
to
the
first
years
.
"
A
poltergeist
.
"
He
raised
his
voice
,
"
Peeves
--
show
yourself
.
"
A
loud
,
rude
sound
,
like
the
air
being
let
out
of
a
balloon
,
answered
.
"
Do
you
want
me
to
go
to
the
Bloody
Baron
?
"
There
was
a
pop
,
and
a
little
man
with
wicked
,
dark
eyes
and
a
wide
mouth
appeared
,
floating
cross-legged
in
the
air
,
clutching
the
walking
sticks
.
