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He turned to Hermione.
"Yes...," said Black. "But I'm also -- I don't know if anyone ever told you -- I'm your godfather."
"We don't need to," said Ron, jerking his head toward the front seat and grinning. "You forget who I've got with me."
he said. "This makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Can't anyone help you? Can't I?"
"Just Muggle-baiting," sighed Mr. Weasley. "Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it .... Of course, it's very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking - they'll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they'll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it's staring them in the face .... But the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe -"
They slipped through the doorway behind them and down a tightly spiraling stone staircase. As they reached the bottom of it, they heard voices. They flattened themselves against the wall and listened. It sounded like Fudge and Snape. They were walking quickly along the corridor at the foot of the staircase.
But it was late in the afternoon before the thing that made him truly happy turned up....
Safe in the shadows of the trees, Harry turned around; seconds later, Hermione arrived beside him, panting.
"I thought it was my dad who'd conjured my Patronus. I mean, when I saw myself across the lake ... I thought I was seeing him." "An easy mistake to make," said Dumbledore softly. "I expect you'll tire of hearing it, but you do look extraordinarily like James. Except for the eyes... you have your mother's eyes.
"It's wonderful," said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.
"YOU HAVEN'T!" Harry yelled. "YOUVE GOT THE WRONG MAN!"
"Yes, I think so," said Lupin grimly.
The hippogriff was making frantic attempts to get to Hagrid again; Harry seized his rope too, straining to hold Buckbeak back. They watched Hagrid meander tipsily up to the castle. He was gone. Buckbeak stopped fighting to get away. His head drooped sadly.
"That's the main road," said George, peering down through the windshield. "We'll be there in ten minutes .... Just as well, it's getting light . . . ."