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"Well, I've bin givin' them - you know - a bit o' help -"
"Run for it!" Ron shouted, throwing his full weight against his door, but next second he had been knocked backward into Harry's lap by a vicious uppercut from another branch.
"Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again," said Mr. Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. "Delighted - and young Master Malfoy, too - charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced -"
"Oliver," Harry croaked. "It's the crack of dawn."
"Malfoy called Hermione something - it must've been really bad, because everyone went wild."
Harry had only just started his porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls
"Right, then," Lockhart said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.
A glass case nearby held a withered hand on a cushion, a bloodstained pack of cards, and a staring glass eye. Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, an assortment of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceiling. Even worse, the dark, narrow street Harry could see through the dusty shop window was definitely not Diagon Alley.
Ron and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on.
The Slytherin team howled with laughter.
Filch was looking triumphant.