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"What - the - devil - are - you - doing?" said Uncle Vernon through gritted teeth, his face horribly close to Harry's. "You've just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke .... One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy!"
Harry couldn't imagine when that would be. Dumbledore looked as though he knew what Harry was thinking.
"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."
Macnair's face vanished from the window. It was now or never.
THE DEMENTOR'S KISS
"Thank you!" gasped Pettigrew, nodding frantically at her. "Exactly! Precisely what I --"
But Dobby's eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give Harry a hint. Harry, however, was completely lost.
"I thought it was my dad who'd conjured my Patronus. I mean, when I saw myself across the lake ... I thought I was seeing him." "An easy mistake to make," said Dumbledore softly. "I expect you'll tire of hearing it, but you do look extraordinarily like James. Except for the eyes... you have your mother's eyes.
"What was that?" said Madam Pomfrey in alarm.
"YOU HAVEN'T!" Harry yelled. "YOUVE GOT THE WRONG MAN!"
"I've heard Dad talking about him," said George. "He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who."
We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy.
"Ha!" said Hermione triumphantly. "See! I told you it was from him!"
"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn't a happy thought, so the dementors couldn't suck it out of me... but it kept me sane and knowing who I am... helped me keep my powers... so when it all became ... too much... I could transform in my cell... become a dog. Dementors can't see, you know...." He swallowed. "They feel their way toward people by feeding off their emotions.... They could tell that my feelings were less -- less human, less complex when I was a dog... but they thought, of course, that I was losing my mind like everyone else in there, so it didn't trouble them. But I was weak, very weak, and I had no hope of driving them away from me without a wand...."