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The Writing on the Wall
ProfessorMcGonagallwasbentalmostasclose,hereyesnarrowed.Snapeloomedbehindthem,halfinshadow,wearingamostpeculiarexpression:Itwasasthoughhewastryinghardnottosmile.AndLockhartwashoveringaroundallofthem,makingsuggestions.
"Itwasdefinitelyacursethatkilledher-probablytheTransmogrifianTorture-I’veseenitusedmanytimes,sounluckyIwasn’tthere,Iknowtheverycountercursethatwouldhavesavedher..."
Lockhart’scommentswerepunctuatedbyFilch’sdry,rackingsobs.Hewasslumpedinachairbythedesk,unabletolookatMrs.Norris,hisfaceinhishands. MuchashedetestedFilch,Harrycouldn’thelpfeelingabitsorryforhim,thoughnotnearlyassorryashefeltforhimselfIfDumbledorebelievedFilch,hewouldbeexpelledforsure.
DumbledorewasnowmutteringstrangewordsunderhisbreathandtappingMrs.Norriswithhiswandbutnothinghappened.Shecontinuedtolookasthoughshehadbeenrecentlystuffed.
"...IremembersomethingverysimilarhappeninginOuagadogou,"saidLockhart,"aseriesofattacks,thefullstory’sinmyautobiography, Iwasabletoprovidethetownsfolkwithvariousamulets,whichclearedthematterupatonce..."
ThephotographsofLockhartonthewallswereallnoddinginagreementashetalked.Oneofthemhadforgottentoremovehishairnet.
AtlastDumbledorestraightenedup.
