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           Hagriddroppedthefruitcake.HarryandRonexchangedpanicstrickenlooks,thenthrewtheInvisibilityCloakbackoverthemselvesandretreatedintoacorner. Hagridcheckedthattheywerehidden,seizedhiscrossbow,andflungopenhisdooroncemore. 

           "Goodevening,Hagrid." 

           ItwasDumbledore. Heentered,lookingdeadlyserious,andwasfollowedbyasecond,veryodd-lookingman. 

           Thestrangerhadrumpledgrayhairandananxiousexpression,andwaswearingastrangemixtureofclothes: apinstripedsuit,ascarlettie,alongblackcloak,andpointedpurpleboots.Underhisarmhecarriedalime-greenbowler. 

           "That’sDad’sboss!"Ronbreathed."CorneliusFudge,theMinisterofMagic!" 

           HarryelbowedRonhardtomakehimshutup. 

           Hagridhadgonepaleandsweaty. HedroppedintooneofhischairsandlookedfromDumbledoretoCorneliusFudge. 

           "Badbusiness,Hagrid,"saidFudgeinratherclippedtones. "Verybadbusiness.Hadtocome.FourattacksonMuggle-borns. Things’vegonefarenough.Ministry’sgottoact." 

           "Inever,"saidHagrid,lookingimploringlyatDumbledore. "YouknowInever,ProfessorDumbledore,sir—" 

           "Iwantitunderstood,Cornelius,thatHagridhasmyfullconfidence,"saidDumbledore,frowningatFudge. 

           "Look,Albus,"saidFudge,uncomfortably."Hagrid’srecord’sagainsthim. Ministry’sgottodosomething-theschoolgovernorshavebeenintouch—" 

           "Yetagain,Cornelius,ItellyouthattakingHagridawaywillnothelpintheslightest,"saidDumbledore. HisblueeyeswerefullofafireHarryhadneverseenbefore.