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them how bus stops worked, but stopped quickly at the look on Mrs. Weasley's face.
"Not a word to Molly," he whispered to Harry as he opened the. trunk and showed him how it had been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily.
Ron looked wildly around. A dozen curious people were still watching them.
"The right what?" said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too.
They made regular checks on the train as they flew farther and farther north, each dip beneath the clouds showing them a different view. London was soon far behind them, replaced by neat green fields that gave way in turn to wide, purplish moors, a great city alive with cars like multicolored ants, villages with tiny toy churches.
"That - that voice that said - didn't you hear it?"
"Right, then," Lockhart said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.
Mrs. Weasleys yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.
"Shouldn't we try and help -" Harry began awkwardly.
"I know I shouldn't've enjoyed that or anything, but ='
"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.
Then someone shouted through the quiet.
"Percy first," said Mrs. Weasley, looking nervously at the clock overhead, which showed they had only five minutes to disappear casually through the barrier.
It was an incredible sight. The dungeon was full of hundreds of pearly-white, translucent people, mostly drifting around a crowded dance floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thirty musical saws, played by an orchestra on a raised, black-draped platform. A chandelier overhead blazed midnight-blue with a thousand more black candles. Their breath rose in a mist before them; it was like stepping into a freezer.