A Peck of Owls

           ’What?’saidHarryblankly.

           ’Heleft!’saidMrs.Figg,wringingherhands.’Lefttoseesomeoneaboutabatchofcauldronsthatfelloffthebackofabroom!ItoldhimI’dflayhimaliveifhewent,andnowlook!Dementors!It’sjustluckyIputMr.Tibblesonthecase!Butwehaven’tgottimetostandaround!Hurry,now,we’vegottogetyouback!Oh,thetroublethisisgoingtocause!Iwillkillhim!’

           ’But—’

           Therevelationthathisbattyoldcat-obsessedneighbourknewwhatdementorswerewasalmostasbigashocktoHarryasmeetingtwoofthemdownthealleyway.’You’re—you’reawitch?’

           ’I’maSquib,asMundungusknowsfullwell,sohowonearthwasIsupposedtohelpyoufightoffdementors?HeleftyoucompletelywithoutcoverwhenI’dwarnedhim—’

           ’ThisMundungushasbeenfollowingme?Hangon—itwashim!HeDisapparatedfromthefrontofmyhouse!’

           ’Yes,yes,yes,butluckilyI’dstationedMr.Tibblesunderacarjustincase,andMrTibblescameandwarnedme,butbythetimeIgottoyourhouseyou’dgone—andnow—oh,what’sDumbledoregoingtosay?You!’sheshriekedatDudley,stillsupineonthealleyfloor.’Getyourfatbottomofftheground,quick!’

           ’YouknowDumbledore?’saidHarry,staringather.