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Harry
looked
up
at
the
owner
of
the
hand
on
his
shoulder
and
felt
a
bucketful
of
ice
cascade
into
his
stomach
--
he
had
walked
right
into
Cornelius
Fudge
,
the
Minister
of
Magic
himself
.
Stan
leapt
onto
the
pavement
beside
them
.
"
What
didja
call
Neville
,
Minister
?
"
he
said
excitedly
.
Fudge
,
a
portly
little
man
in
a
long
,
pinstriped
cloak
,
looked
cold
and
exhausted
.
"
Neville
?
"
he
repeated
,
frowning
.
"
This
is
Harry
Potter
.
"
"
I
knew
it
!
"
Stan
shouted
gleefully
.
"
Ern
!
Ern
!
Guess
'
oo
Neville
is
,
Ern
!
'
E
's
'
Arry
Potter
!
I
can
see
'
is
scar
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Fudge
testily
,
"
well
,
I
'm
very
glad
the
Knight
Bus
picked
Harry
up
,
but
he
and
I
need
to
step
inside
the
Leaky
Cauldron
now
...
"
Fudge
increased
the
pressure
on
Harry
's
shoulder
,
and
Harry
found
himself
being
steered
inside
the
pub
.
A
stooping
figure
bearing
a
lantern
appeared
through
the
door
behind
the
bar
.
It
was
Tom
,
the
wizened
,
toothless
landlord
.
"
You
've
got
him
,
Minister
!
"
said
Tom
.
"
Will
you
be
wanting
anything
?
Beer
?
Brandy
?
"
"
Perhaps
a
pot
of
tea
,
"
said
Fudge
,
who
still
had
n't
let
go
of
Harry
.
