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"I certainly do," said Fudge.
"And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?" said Harry.
Scariest... the scariest thing... hooded black figures... cold ... screaming...
The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in his palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it.
"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy....
Honeydukes was so crowded with Hogwarts students that no one looked twice at Harry. He edged among them, looking around, and suppressed a laugh as he imagined the look that would spread over Dudley's piggy face if he could see where Harry was now.
"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there.
"But Harry isn't going to keep it!" said Hermione, as though the idea were ludicrous. "He's going to hand it in to Professor McGonagall, aren't you, Harry?"
"None of the other pictures wanted the job," said Percy. "Frightened of what happened to the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was the only one brave enough to volunteer."
Ron knocked, but there was no answer.
"-- two rolls of parchment!"
"Well, isn't it obvious?" said Hermione, with a look of maddening superiority.
It was as though Harry's memory was on fast forward. The lightning -- the Grim -- the Snitch -- and the dementors...
"Dissendium!" Harry whispered, tapping the stone witch again.
"Hagrid, what is it?" said Hermione, aghast.
And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that George's wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed: