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"Not to worry," he had said, "it's odds-on you'll never see me again. I'll only bother you if there's something really serious going on our end, something that's likely to affect the Muggles--the non-magical population, I should say. Otherwise, it's live and let live. And I must say, you're taking it a lot better than your predecessor. He tried to throw me out the window, thought I was a hoax planned by the opposition."
This thought seemed to cheer him up enormously.
Dumbledore went on. "I am talking, of course, about Harry Potter."
He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Hufflepuff table. Theirs had been the most subdued table before he had gotten to his feet, and theirs were still the saddest and palest faces in the Hall.
"That's never - you're kidding -" Ron whispered, lifting the jar to his eyes.
He stepped smartly over the threshold and closed the front door behind him.
"So," said Malfoy slowly, advancing slightly into the compartment and looking slowly around at them, a smirk quivering on his lips. "You caught some pathetic reporter, and Potter's Dumbledore's favorite boy again. Big deal."
"Well, I shall see you at Hogwarts, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Take care of yourself. Molly, your servant."
"I can speak to him myself if I want to!"
"All right, all right, I'll do it!"
"A mass breakout?" repeated the Prime Minister hoarsely.
"Oh," said George darkly. "That."
"Right in one," said Fred.
"Amelia Bones. Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We think He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have murdered her in person, because she was a very gifted witch and--and all the evidence was that she put up a real fight."
"How did you find out?" said Ron, staring at her.