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"Ron, don't hit him!" said a girl's voice reproachfully.
"Mr. Weasley, can I have a quick word?" said Harry, making up his mind on the spur of the moment.
"Don't, don't, don't!" said Hermione, flapping her hands hysterically. "I know I've failed everything!"
"I've just said, haven't I? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified. Maybe the job he wants me to do isn't something that you need to be qualified for," said Malfoy quietly.
"Is Mr. Weasley still at work?" Harry asked.
The train was gathering speed.
"I don't think so," said Harry. "I think he's ?quot;
"I know someone who's worse than Umbridge," said a voice from the doorway. Ron's younger sister slouched into the room, looking irritable. "Hi, Harry."
"I can't," said Malfoy. "It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it."
"Yeah," said Hagrid, unconcerned. "Bu they wouldn’ dare make trouble in the middle o' Diagon Alley, Harry. Don' worry abou1 them."
"And what really happens when you put them on?"
"She can't change her appearance like she used to," explained Hermione. "I think her powers must have been affected by shock, or something."
"You ask him!"
Harry did not really listen. A warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them.
Harry noticed that many of the people who passed them had the same harried, anxious look as Mrs. Weasley, and that nobody was stopping to talk anymore; the shoppers stayed together in their own tightly knit groups, moving intently about their business. Nobody seemed to be shopping alone.
"Yes, I've already agreed it was fishy, Harry," said Hermione a little impatiently. She was sitting on the windowsill in Fred and George's room with her feet up on one of the cardboard boxes and had only grudgingly looked up from her new copy of Advanced Rune Translation. "But haven't we agreed there could be a lot of explanations?"
Harry imitated Mr. Weasley and peered through the window; his heart leapt. There were no Aurors waiting outside the inn, but instead the gigantic, black-bearded form of Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, wearing a long beaverskin coat, beaming at the sight of Harry's face and oblivious to the startled stares of passing Muggles.
"He went into Borgin and Burkes," said Harry, "and started bullying the bloke in there, Borgin, to help him fix something. And he said he wanted Borgin to keep something else for him. He made it sound like it was the same kind of thing that needed fixing. Like they were a pair. And ..."。