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The Marauder’s Map
"Wedon’treckonFilcheverfoundouthowtoworkit.Heprobablysuspectedwhatitwas,though,orhewouldn’thaveconfiscatedit."
"Andyouknowhowtoworkit?"
"Ohyes,"saidFred,smirking."Thislittlebeauty’staughtusmorethanalltheteachersinthisschool."
"You’rewindingmeup,"saidHarry,lookingattheraggedoldbitofparchment.
"Oh,arewe?"saidGeorge.
Hetookouthiswand,touchedtheparchmentlightly,andsaid,"IsolemnlyswearthatIamuptonogood."
Andatonce,thininklinesbegantospreadlikeaspider’swebfromthepointthatGeorge’swandhadtouched.Theyjoinedeachother,theycrisscrossed,theyfannedintoeverycorneroftheparchment;thenwordsbegantoblossomacrossthetop,great,curlygreenwords,thatproclaimed:
Messrs.Moony,Wormtail,Padfoot,andProngs
PurveyorsofAidstoMagicalMischief-Makers
areproudtopresent
THEMARAUDER’SMAP
ItwasamapshowingeverydetailoftheHogwartscastleandgrounds.Butthetrulyremarkablethingwerethetinyinkdotsmovingaroundit,eachlabeledwithanameinminusculewriting.Astounded,Harrybentoverit.AlabeleddotinthetopleftcornershowedthatProfessorDumbledorewaspacinghisstudy;thecaretaker’scat,Mrs.Norris,wasprowlingthesecondfloor;andPeevesthePoltergeistwascurrentlybouncingaroundthetrophyroom.AndasHarry’seyestraveledupanddownthefamiliarcorridors,henoticedsomethingelse.
Thismapshowedasetofpassageshehadneverentered.
