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The Exceptions Were Two Men A Little Ahead Of Them, Standing Just Outside The Three Broomsticks. One Was Very Tall And Thin; Squinting Through His Rain-washed Glasses Harry Recognized The Barman Who Worked In The Other Hogsmeade Pub, The Hog’s Head. As Harry, Ron, And Hermione Drew Closer, The Barman Drew His Cloak More Tightly Around His Neck And Walked Away, Leaving The Shorter Man To Fumble With Something In His Arms. They Were Barely Feet From Him When Harry Realized Who The Man Was. “mundungus!

Sirius Looked Slightly Disconcerted For A Moment, Then Said, "i'll Look For Him Later, I Expect I'll Find Him Upstairs Crying His Eyes Out Over My Mother's Old Bloomers Or Something... Of Course, He Might Have Crawled Into The Airing Cupboard And Died... But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.

You Can't Give A Dementor The Old One-two!

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

Neville Will Play Quidditch For England Before Hagrid Lets Dumbledore Down.