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They have flesh memories.

When Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch.

That Dumbledore had hidden something inside it.

Many of you are wondering…

why Voldemort has yet to show himself now that he has vanquished the most powerful symbol of opposition to him and his followers.

Get off.

Harry Potter, so long its been.

Get off me.

As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief…

Expellliarmus… Mundungus Fletcher.

What you playing at? Setting a pair of bleeding house-elves after me.

Dobby was only trying to help.

Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious.

And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potters name.

I just… And then Dobby saw Kreacher…

talking with the thief, Mundungus… I’m no thief.

You foul little… Git.

I’m a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects.

You’re a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it.

Master Weasley, so good to see you again.

Wicked trainers.

Listen, I panicked that night, all right?

Could I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?

You… Tell the truth.

When you turned this place over… Don’t deny it.

You found a locket, am I right?

Why? Was it valuable?

You still got it?

No, he’s worried he didn’t get enough money for it.

Bleeding give it away, didn’t I?

There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley…

when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license.

Says she’s a mind to lock me up.

And would’ve done it too, if she hadn’t taken a fancy to that locket.

Who was she, The witch? Do you know? No, I…

Well, she’s there. Look.

Bleeding bow and all.

Right, remember what we said.

Don’t speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary.

Just try and act normal. Do what everybody else is doing.

If we do that, then with a bit of luck, well get inside.

And then… It gets really tricky.

Correct. Yeah.

This is completely mental. Completely.

The world’s mental.

Come on…

we’ve got a Horcrux to find.

We flush ourselves in.

That’s bloody disgusting.

Name?

You. Come.

What? What? Come on.

What did I do? Just keep walking.

Are those…? Muggles.

In their rightful place.

Gotta tell you, I’m starting to freak out a bit.

How long did you say this batch of Polyjuice would last, Hermione?

I didn’t.

Cattermole.

It’s still raining inside my office. That’s two days now.

Have you tried an umbrella?

You do realize I’m going downstairs, don’t you, Cattermole?

Downstairs? To interrogate your wife.

Now, if my wife’s blood status were in doubt…

and the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing, I think I might just make that a priority.

You have one hour.

Oh, my God. What am I gonna do? My wife’s all alone downstairs.

Ron, you don’t have a wife. Oh, right.

Level 2.

But how do I stop it raining?

Try Finite Incantatem.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement…

and Improper Use of Magic Department.

This is you, Ron.

Finite Incantatem. Okay. And if that doesn’t work…?

Level 1, Minister of Magic and support staff.

If we don’t locate Umbridge within the hour…

we go find Ron and come back another day.

Deal? Yes.

Ah, Mafalda. Travers sent you, did he?

Good, well go straight down.

Albert, aren’t you getting out?