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The Deathday Party
Drawntothespotbythemysteriouspowerthatseemedtoconnecthimwithhisfoulcat,ArgusFilchburstsuddenlythroughatapestrytoHarry’sright,wheezingandlookingwildlyaboutfortherule-breaker. Therewasathicktartanscarfboundaroundhishead,andhisnosewasunusuallypurple.
"Filth!"heshouted,hisjowlsaquiver, hiseyespoppingalarminglyashepointedatthemuddypuddlethathaddrippedfromHarry’sQuidditchrobes. "Messandmuckeverywhere! I’vehadenoughofit,Itellyou! Followme,Potter!"
SoHarrywavedagloomygood-byetoNearlyHeadlessNickandfollowedFilchbackdownstairs,doublingthenumberofmuddyfootprintsonthefloor. HarryhadneverbeeninsideFilch’sofficebefore;itwasaplacemoststudentsavoided. Theroomwasdingyandwindowless,litbyasingleoillampdanglingfromthelowceiling. Afaintsmelloffriedfishlingeredabouttheplace. Woodenfilingcabinetsstoodaroundthewalls;fromtheirlabels,HarrycouldseethattheycontaineddetailsofeverypupilFilchhadeverpunished. FredandGeorgeWeasleyhadanentiredrawertothemselves. AhighlypolishedcollectionofchainsandmanacleshungonthewallbehindFilch’sdesk. ItwascommonknowledgethathewasalwaysbeggingDumbledoretolethimsuspendstudentsbytheiranklesfromtheceiling.
Filchgrabbedaquillfromapotonhisdeskandbeganshufflingaroundlookingforparchment.
"Dung,"hemutteredfuriously,"greatsizzlingdragonbogies...frogbrains...ratintestines...
