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But Dudley seemed incapable of saying. He shuddered again and shook his large blond head, and despite the sense of numb dread that had settled on Harry since the arrival of the first owl, he felt a certain curiosity. Dementors caused a person to relive the worst moments of their life.... What would spoiled, pampered, bullying Dudley have been forced to hear?
鈥楬ow come you fell over, son?鈥�said Uncle Vernon, in an unnaturally quiet voice, the kind of voice he might adopt at the bedside of a very ill person.
鈥楾-tripped,鈥�said Dudley shakily. 鈥楢nd then鈥斺�
He gestured at his massive chest. Harry understood: Dudley was remembering the clammy cold that filled the lungs as hope and happiness were sucked out of you.
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鈥楴othing there!鈥�he shouted. 鈥楴othing to summon! It smashed and nobody heard what it said, tell your boss that!鈥� 鈥楴o!鈥�she screamed. 鈥業t isn't true, you're lying! MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED鈥擠O NOT PUNISH ME鈥斺�
鈥楧on't waste your breath!鈥�yelled Harry, his eyes screwed up against the pain in his scar, now more terrible than ever. 鈥楬e can't hear you from here!鈥� 鈥楥an't I, Potter?鈥�said a high, cold voice.
Harry opened his eyes.
Tall, thin and black-hooded, his terrible snakelike face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring ... Lord Voldemort had appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointing at Harry who stood frozen, quite unable to move.
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鈥淒idn't you ever hear, Ron?鈥�said Lupin. 鈥淭he biggest bit of Peter they found was his finger.鈥�
鈥淟ook, Scabbers probably had a fight with another rat or something! He's been in my family for ages, right 鈥斺�
鈥淭welve years, in fact,鈥�said Lupin. 鈥淒idn't you ever wonder why he was living so long?鈥�
鈥淲e 鈥�we've been taking good care of him!鈥�said Ron.
鈥淣ot looking too good at the moment, though, is he?鈥�said Lupin. 鈥淚'd guess he's been losing weight ever since he heard Sirius was on the loose again鈥�鈥�
鈥淗e's been scared of that mad cat!鈥�said Ron, nodding toward Crookshanks, who was still purring on the bed.
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and Harry and Ron had a clear view of Hermione, the only person who hadn't rushed over to them, bent over her work and carefully avoiding their eyes. Harry and Ron approached her table and at last, she looked up.
鈥淚 got it back,鈥�said Harry, grinning at her and holding up the Firebolt.
鈥淪ee, Hermione? There wasn't anything wrong with it!鈥�said Ron.
鈥淲ell 鈥�there might have been!鈥�said Hermione. 鈥淚 mean, at least you know now that it's safe!鈥�
鈥淵eah, I suppose so,鈥�said Harry. 鈥淚'd better put it upstairs.鈥�
鈥淚'll take it!鈥�said Ron eagerly. 鈥淚've got to give Scabbers his rat tonic.鈥�
He took the Firebolt and, holding it as if it were made of glass, carried it away up the boys鈥�staircase.
鈥淐an I sit down, then?鈥�Harry asked Hermione.
鈥淚 suppose so,鈥�said Hermione, moving a great stack of parchment off a chair.
Harry looked around at the cluttered table, at the long Arithmancy essay on which the ink was still glistening, at the even longer Muggle Studies essay (鈥楨xplain Why Muggles Need Electricity')

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to the world's edge. It is our pleasure to choose from among such of you as are willing those whom we deem worthy of so high an enterprise. We have not said that any can come for the asking. That is why we shall now command the Lord Drinian and Master Rhince to consider carefully what men among you are the hardest in battle, the most skilled seamen, the purest in blood, the most loyal to our person, and the cleanest of life and manners; and to give their names to us in a schedule." He paused and went on in a quicker voice, "Aslan's mane!" he exclaimed. "Do you think that the privilege of seeing the last things is to be bought for a song? Why, every man that comes with us shall bequeath the title of Dawn Treader to all his descendants, and when we land at Cair Paravel on the homeward voyage he shall have either gold or land enough to make him rich all his life. Now - scatter over the island, all of you. In half an hour's time I shall receive the names that Lord Drinian brings me."
There was rather a sheepish silence