The exceptions were two men a little ahead of them, standing just outside the Three Broomsticks. One was very tall and thin; squinting through his rain-washed glasses Harry recognized the barman who worked in the other Hogsmeade pub, the Hogโs Head. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione drew closer, the barman drew his cloak more tightly around his neck and walked away, leaving the shorter man to fumble with something in his arms. They were barely feet from him when Harry realized who the man was. โMundungus!
J. K. RowlingIโm not a freak. Thatโs a horrible thing to say." "Thatโs where youโre going. A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy ... weirdos, thatโs what you two are..." "You didnโt think it was such a freakโs school when you wrote the headmaster and begged him to take you.
J. K. RowlingI think they ought to know. You do them a disservice by not confiding something this important to them.โ โI didnโt want โโ โโ to worry or frighten them?โ said Dumbledore, surveying Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles. โOr perhaps, to confess that you yourself are worried and frightened? You need your friends, Harry. As you so rightly said, Sirius would not have wanted you to shut yourself away.
J. K. RowlingBut some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before. . . . Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him. . . . If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back. . . . That he really was . . .
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