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"And after all, Amos ... he died just when he'd won the tournament. He must have been happy."
"Right in one," said Fred.
Dumbledore had stopped walking, level with the church they had passed earlier.
"Fred - George - wait a moment."
"Yes, of course," said Fudge, rubbing his eyes wearily and looking morosely at the Prime Minister. "I've been having the same week you have, Prime Minister. The Brockdale Bridge... the Bones and Vance murders... not to mention the ruckus in the West Country..."
As there was no longer a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, they had those lessons free. They used the one on Thursday afternoon to go down and visit Hagrid in his cabin.
"That's never - you're kidding -" Ron whispered, lifting the jar to his eyes.
"Well, that simplifies matters," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "It seems that Sirius knew what he was doing. You are the rightful owner of number twelve, Grimmauld Place and of Kreacher."
"Oh yes she is," said Hermione happily, brandishing the jar at them.
"That's why he's chosen Draco, isn't it?" she persisted. "To punish Lucius?"
But Narcissa was not listening; she had slipped through a gap in the rusty railings and was already hurrying across the road.
"Sorry," she whispered.
Harry chuckled and both Dumbledore and Slughorn looked round at him.
"Take it," he said, and he thrust the sack into George's hands.
But they had seen each other again. Less than a year later a harassed-looking Fudge had appeared out of thin air in the cabinet room to inform the Prime Minister that there had been a spot of bother at the Kwidditch (or that was what it had sounded like) World Cup and that several Muggles had been "involved," but that the Prime Minister was not to worry, the fact that You-Know-Who's Mark had been seen again meant nothing; Fudge was sure it was an isolated incident, and the Muggle Liaison Office was dealing with all memory modifications as they spoke.