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"
'
Ere
you
go
,
Madam
Marsh
,
"
said
Stan
happily
as
Ern
stamped
on
the
brake
and
the
beds
slid
a
foot
or
so
toward
the
front
of
the
bus
.
Madam
Marsh
clamped
a
handkerchief
to
her
mouth
and
tottered
down
the
steps
.
Stan
threw
her
bag
out
after
her
and
rammed
the
doors
shut
;
there
was
another
loud
BANG
,
and
they
were
thundering
down
a
narrow
country
lane
,
trees
leaping
out
of
the
way
.
Harry
would
n't
have
been
able
to
sleep
even
if
he
had
been
traveling
on
a
bus
that
did
n't
keep
banging
loudly
and
jumping
a
hundred
miles
at
a
time
.
His
stomach
churned
as
he
fell
back
to
wondering
what
was
going
to
happen
to
him
,
and
whether
the
Dursleys
had
managed
to
get
Aunt
Marge
off
the
ceiling
yet
.
Stan
had
unfurled
a
copy
of
the
Daily
Prophet
and
was
now
reading
with
his
tongue
between
his
teeth
.
A
large
photograph
of
a
sunken-faced
man
with
long
,
matted
hair
blinked
slowly
at
Harry
from
the
front
page
.
He
looked
strangely
familiar
.
"
That
man
!
"
Harry
said
,
forgetting
his
troubles
for
a
moment
.
"
He
was
on
the
Muggle
news
!
"
Stanley
turned
to
the
front
page
and
chuckled
.
"
Sirius
Black
,
"
he
said
,
nodding
.
"
'
Course
'
e
was
on
the
Muggle
news
,
Neville
.
Where
you
been
?
"
He
gave
a
superior
sort
of
chuckle
at
the
blank
look
on
Harry
's
face
,
removed
the
front
page
,
and
handed
it
to
Harry
.
"
You
oughta
read
the
papers
more
,
Neville
.
"
Harry
held
the
paper
up
to
the
candlelight
and
read
:
