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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!

Professor Kettleburn, Our Care Of Magical Creatures Teacher, Retired At The End Of Last Year In Order To Enjoy More Time With His Remaining Limbs.

So Light A Fire!" Harry Choked. "yes...of Course...but There's No Wood!" ... "have You Gone Mad!" Ron Bellowed. "are You A Witch Or Not!

First Think Of The Person Who Lives In Disguise, Who Deals In Secrets And Tells Naught But Lies. Next, Tell Me What's Always The Last Thing To Mend, The Middle Of Middle And The End Of End? And Finally Give Me The Sound Often Heard During The Search For A Hard-to-find Word. Now String Them Together, And Answer Me This, Which Creature Would You Be Unwilling To Kiss?

Ah, Harry, How Often This Happens, Even Between The Best Of Friends! Each Of Us Believes That What He Has To Say Is Much More Important Than Anything The Other Might Have To Contribute!