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He
turned
to
smile
at
the
tabby
,
but
it
had
gone
.
Instead
he
was
smiling
at
a
rather
severe-looking
woman
who
was
wearing
square
glasses
exactly
the
shape
of
the
markings
the
cat
had
had
around
its
eyes
.
She
,
too
,
was
wearing
a
cloak
,
an
emerald
one
.
Her
black
hair
was
drawn
into
a
tight
bun
.
She
looked
distinctly
ruffled
.
"
How
did
you
know
it
was
me
?
"
she
asked
.
"
My
dear
Professor
,
I
've
never
seen
a
cat
sit
so
stiffly
.
"
"
You
'd
be
stiff
if
you
'd
been
sitting
on
a
brick
wall
all
day
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
.
"
All
day
?
When
you
could
have
been
celebrating
?
I
must
have
passed
a
dozen
feasts
and
parties
on
my
way
here
.
"
Professor
McGonagall
sniffed
angrily
.
"
Oh
yes
,
everyone
's
celebrating
,
all
right
,
"
she
said
impatiently
.
"
You
'd
think
they
'd
be
a
bit
more
careful
,
but
no
--
even
the
Muggles
have
noticed
something
's
going
on
.
It
was
on
their
news
.
"
She
jerked
her
head
back
at
the
Dursleys
'
dark
living-room
window
.
"
I
heard
it
.
Flocks
of
owls
...
shooting
stars
...
Well
,
they
're
not
completely
stupid
.
They
were
bound
to
notice
something
.
Shooting
stars
down
in
Kent
--
I
'll
bet
that
was
Dedalus
Diggle
.
He
never
had
much
sense
.
"
"
You
ca
n't
blame
them
,
"
said
Dumbledore
gently
.
"
We
've
had
precious
little
to
celebrate
for
eleven
years
.
"
"
I
know
that
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
irritably
.
"
But
that
's
no
reason
to
lose
our
heads
.
People
are
being
downright
careless
,
out
on
the
streets
in
broad
daylight
,
not
even
dressed
in
Muggle
clothes
,
swapping
rumors
.
"
She
threw
a
sharp
,
sideways
glance
at
Dumbledore
here
,
as
though
hoping
he
was
going
to
tell
her
something
,
but
he
did
n't
,
so
she
went
on
.
"
A
fine
thing
it
would
be
if
,
on
the
very
day
You-Know-Who
seems
to
have
disappeared
at
last
,
the
Muggles
found
out
about
us
all
.
I
suppose
he
really
has
gone
,
Dumbledore
?
"
