Harry did not answer immediately. He looked into her intense, eager face and

“My mother was friendly with old Bathilda Bagshot,” said Auntie Muriel happily.

“True,” said Ron, looking around, “but don’t you feel a bit – exposed?”

just seen.

“I’ll distract them all,” she said. “Use your cloak.”

“No kidding,” muttered Ron, as the passage began to slope upward.

at Hogwarts: Lace draperies, doilies and dried flowers covered every surface. The walls

now,” she said in a voice that burst with triumph, “we call the Dark Lord!”

way wizards have never –”

None of you have ever seen such a thing. The possessor would be immeasurably rich,
would he not?