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“She's unhappy!” said Hermione, exasperated. “Why don't you try and cheer her up instead of covering her up?”

“O you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?”

“Pray,” said Mr. Lorry, in a soothing tone, bringing his left

“Oh, I quite agree,” said Professor Sprout warmly. “That enough for you?”

“Right,” said Mr. St. John, quite coolly. “If such is your spirit, I

“No, no, no, no, I can't, I can't, don't make me, I don't want to...”

“Oh yes, very easy to forget Myrtle's dead,” said Myrtle, gulping, looking at him out of swollen eyes. “Nobody missed me even when I was alive. Took them hours and hours to find my body - I know, I was sitting there waiting for them. Olive Hornby came into the bathroom - Are you in here again, sulking, Myrtle?’ she said, ‘because Professor Dippet asked me to look for you -’ And then she saw my body…ooooh, she didn't forget it until her dying day, I made sure of that…followed her around and reminded her, I did. I remember at her brother's wedding -”

“Magic always leaves traces,” said Dumbledore, as the boat hit the bank with a gentle bump, “sometimes very distinctive traces. I taught Tom Riddle. I know his style.”

“My God - Diggory!” it whispered. “Dumbledore - he's dead!”