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"
I
know
that
,
"
said
Harry
quickly
.
"
You
think
you
saw
his
ghost
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
...
no
...
he
looked
solid
...
.
"
"
But
then
--
"
"
Maybe
I
was
seeing
things
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
But
...
from
what
I
could
see
...
it
looked
like
him
...
.
I
've
got
photos
of
him
...
.
"
Hermione
was
still
looking
at
him
as
though
worried
about
his
sanity
.
"
I
know
it
sounds
crazy
,
"
said
Harry
flatly
.
He
turned
to
took
at
Buckbeak
,
who
was
digging
his
beak
into
the
ground
,
apparently
searching
for
worms
.
But
he
was
n't
really
watching
Buckbeak
.
He
was
thinking
about
his
father
and
about
his
father
's
three
oldest
friends
...
Moony
,
Wormtail
,
Padfoot
,
and
Prongs
...
.
Had
all
four
of
them
been
out
on
the
grounds
tonight
?
Wormtail
had
reappeared
this
evening
when
everyone
had
thought
he
was
dead
...
Was
it
so
impossible
his
father
had
done
the
same
?
Had
he
been
seeing
things
across
the
take
?
The
figure
had
been
too
far
away
to
see
distinctly
...
yet
he
had
felt
sure
,
for
a
moment
,
before
he
'd
lost
consciousness
...
.
The
leaves
overhead
rustled
faintly
in
the
breeze
.
The
moon
drifted
in
and
out
of
sight
behind
the
shifting
clouds
.
Hermione
sat
with
her
face
turned
toward
the
Willow
,
waiting
.
And
then
,
at
last
,
after
over
an
hour
...
