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"Yes, and that doesn't make sense at all," said Sirius.
"Yeah," said Harry, "because were friends."
A shallow stone basin lay there, with odd carvings around the edge: runes and symbols that Harry did not recognize. The silvery light was coming from the basin's contents, which were like nothing Harry had ever seen before. He could not tell whether the substance was liquid or gas. It was a bright, whitish silver, and it was moving ceaselessly; the surface of it became ruffled like water beneath wind, and then, like clouds, separated and swirled smoothly. It looked like light made liquid - or like wind made solid - Harry couldn't make up his mind.
Ron, however, was frowning at the chocolate Hagrid had given him. He looked thoroughly put out about something.
Ron nudged Harry and passed him the Daily Prophets. There were two: The first bore the headline Mystery Illness ofBartemius Crouch, the second, Ministry Witch Still Missing-Minister of Magic Now Personally Involved.
"Hermione, will you give it a rest with the elf!" said Ron.
"Percy won't've had time to answer yet," said Ron. "We only sent Hedwig yesterday."
"- we never knew the names of every one of our fellows - He alone knew exactly who we all were -"
"No chance of more of those eclairs, is there?" said Ron, who was looking around at the beaming and bowing house-elves.
Parseltongue, the ability to converse with snakes, has long been considered a Dark Art.
Harry looked toward the right-hand side of the dungeon. Not one person raised their hand. Many of the witches and wizards around the walls began to clap. One of the witches on the jury stood up.
"You never spoke a truer word, boy," someone muttered dryly to Dumbledore behind Harry.
"You don't think they know something about all this, do you?" Hermione whispered. "About Crouch and everything?"
Sirius sent their owl back the very next morning. It fluttered down beside Harry at the same moment that a tawny owl landed in front of Hermione, clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet in its beak. She took the newspaper, scanned the first few pages, said, "Ha!
"No, it's okay, Mr. Bagman," said Harry, suppressing a smile, "I think I can find the castle on my own, thanks."