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"Good-bye, 'Arry," said Fleur, turning to go. "It 'az been a pleasure meeting you!"
"Karkaroff did not steer," said a gruff voice. "He stayed in his cabin and let us do the vork."
He inclined his head and toasted her. Her expression did nor soften.
The Prime Minister stopped in his tracks as though he had hit an invisible wall. "What involvement?"
"A wise decision, on the whole," said Dumbledore. "Although I think you ought to relax it in favor of your friends, Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger. Yes," he continued, when Harry looked startled, "I think they ought to know. You do them a disservice by not confiding something this important to them."
Dumbledore, however, seemed completely relaxed.
"Well, it was you, really, who gave me the idea. Harry," she said.
"If I had murdered Harry Potter, the Dark Lord could not have used his blood to regenerate, making him invincible —"
"So, what can I do for you?" Snape asked, settling himself in the armchair opposite the two sisters.
Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him. All three of them looked more pleased with themselves, more arrogant and more menacing, than Harry had ever seen them.
The harsh cry startled the fox, now crouching almost flat in the undergrowth. It leapt from its hiding place and up the bank. There was a flash of green light, a yelp, and the fox fell back to the ground, dead.
Fred hesitated, then said, "You remember that bet we had with him at the Quidditch World Cup? About how Ireland would win, but Krum would get the Snitch?"
"You don't say!" said the Prime Minister furiously.
"Correct," said Dumbledore, now turning up a steep side street. "He has been replaced, as I am sure you also saw, by Rufus Scrimgeour, who used to be Head of the Auror office."
"No, they do not," interrupted Dumbledore. "There are only two people in the whole world who know the full contents of the prophecy made about you and Lord Voldemort, and they are both standing in this smelly, spidery broom shed. It is true, however, that many have guessed, correctly, that Voldemort sent his Death Eaters to steal a prophecy, and that the prophecy concerned you.
Though he already knew it by heart, Harry had been stealing glances at this missive every few minutes since seven o'clock that evening, when he had first taken up his position beside his bedroom window, which had a reasonable view of both ends of Privet Drive. He knew it was pointless to keep rereading Dumbledore's words; Harry had sent back his "yes" with the delivering owl, as requested, and all he could do now was wait: Either Dumbledore was going to come, or he was not.,