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The Writing on the Wall
"She’snotdead,Argus,"hesaidsoftly.
Lockhartstoppedabruptlyinthemiddleofcountingthenumberofmurdershehadprevented.
"Notdead?"chokedFilch,lookingthroughhisfingersatMrs.Norris."Butwhy’ssheall-allstiffandfrozen?"
"ShehasbeenPetrified,"saidDumbledore("Ah!Ithoughtso!"saidLockhart)."Buthow,Icannotsay..."
"Askhim!"shriekedFilch,turninghisblotchedandtearstainedfacetoHarry.
"Nosecondyearcouldhavedonethis,"saidDumbledorefirmly."itwouldtakeDarkMagicofthemostadvanced—"
"Hedidit,hedidit!"Filchspat,hispouchyfacepurpling."Yousawwhathewroteonthewall!Hefound-inmyoffice-heknowsI’ma-I’ma-"Filch’sfaceworkedhorribly."HeknowsI’maSquib!"hefinished.
"InevertouchedMrs.Norris!"Harrysaidloudly,uncomfortablyawareofeveryonelookingathim,includingalltheLockhartsonthewalls."AndIdon’tevenknowwhataSquibis."
"Rubbish!"snarledFilch."HesawmyKwikspellletter!"
"IfImightspeak,Headmaster,"saidSnapefromtheshadows,andHarry’ssenseofforebodingincreased;hewassurenothingSnapehadtosaywasgoingtodohimanygood.
"Potterandhisfriendsmayhavesimplybeeninthewrongplaceatthewrongtime,"hesaid,aslightsneercurlinghismouthasthoughhedoubtedit. "Butwedohaveasetofsuspiciouscircumstanceshere.Whywasheintheupstairscorridoratall?Whywasn’theattheHalloweenfeast?"
