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There　was　a　filing　cabinet　behind　the　desk：　Harry　set　to　searching　it。　Like　Filch's　filing　cabinet　at　Hogwarts；　it　was　full　of　folders；　each　labeled　with　a　name。　It　was　not　until　Harry　reached　the　bottommost　drawer　that　he　saw　something　to　distract　him　from　the　search：　Mr。　Weasley's　file。
He　pulled　it　out　and　opened　it。
cArthur　Weasley　c
bBlood　Status：b　 tPureblood；　but　with　unacceptable　pro…Muggle　leanings。　Known　member　of　the　Order　of　the　Phoenix。t
bFamily：b　 tWife　（pureblood）；　seven　children；　two　youngest　at　Hogwarts。　NB：　Youngest　son　currently　at　home；　seriously　ill；　Ministry　inspectors　have　confirmed。t
bSecurity　Status：b　 tTRACKED。　All　movements　are　being　monitored。　Strong　likelihood　Undesirable　No。　1　will　contact　（has　stayed　with　Weasley　family　previously）　t
〃Undesirable　Number　One；〃　Harry　muttered　under　his　breath　as　he　replaced　Mr。　Weasley's　folder　and　shut　the　drawer。　He　had　an　idea　he　knew　who　that　was；　and　sure　enough；　as　he　straightened　up　and　glanced　around　the　office　for　fresh　hiding　places　he　saw　a　poster　of　himself　on　the　wall；　with　the　words　UNDESIRABLE　NO。　1　emblazoned　across　his　chest。　A　little　pink　note　was　stuck　to　it　with　a　picture　of　a　kitten　in　the　corner。　Harry　moved　across　to　read　it　and　saw　that　Umbridge　had　written；　i〃To　be　punished。〃i
Angrier　than　ever；　he　proceeded　to　grope　in　the　bottoms　of　the　vases　and　baskets　of　dried　flowers；　but　was　not　at　all　surprised　that　the　locket　was　not　there。　He　gave　the　office　one　last　sweeping　look；　and　his　heart　skipped　a　beat。　Dumbledore　was　staring　at　him　from　a　small　rectangular　mirror；　propped　up　on　a　bookcase　beside　the　desk。
Harry　crossed　the　room　at　a　run　and　snatched　it　up；　but　realized　that　the　moment　he　touched　it　that　it　was　not　a　mirror　at　all。　Dumbledore　was　smiling　wistfully　out　of　the
front　cover　of　a　glossy　book。　Harry　had　not　immediately　noticed　the　curly　green　writing　across　his　hat　…　iThe　Life　and　Lies　of　Albus　Dumbledorei　…　nor　the　slightly　smaller　writing　across　his　chest：　〃by　Rita　Skeeter；　bestselling　author　of　iArmando　Dippet：　Master　or　Moron？i〃
Harry　opened　the　book　at　random　and　saw　a　full…page　photograph　of　two　teenage　boys；　both　laughing　immoderately　with　their　arms　around　each　other's　shoulders。　Dumbledore；　now　with　elbow…length　hair；　had　grown　a　tiny　wispy　beard　that　recalled　the　one　on　Krum's　chin　that　had　so　annoyed　Ron。　The　boy　who　roared　in　silent　amusement　beside　Dumbledore　had　a　gleeful；　wild　look　about　him。　His　golden　hair　fell　in　curls　to　his　shoulders。　Harry　wondered　whether　it　was　a　young　Doge；　but　before　he　could　check　the　caption；　the　door　of　the　office　opened。
If　Thicknesse　had　not　been　looking　over　his　shoulder　as　he　entered；　Harry　would　not　have　had　time　to　pull　the　Invisibility　Cloak　over　himself。　As　it　was；　he　thought　Thicknesse　might　have　caught　a　glimpse　of　movement；　because　for　a　moment　or　two　he　remained　quite　still；　staring　curiously　at　the　place　where　Harry　had　just　vanished。　Perhaps　deciding　that　that　all　he　had　seen　was　Dumbledore　scratching　his　nose　on　the　front　of　the　book；　for　Harry　had　hastily　replaced　it　upon　the　shelf。　Thicknesse　finally　walked　to　the　desk　and　pointed　his　wand　at　the　quill　standing　ready　in　the　ink　pot。　It　sprang　out　and　began　scribbling　a　note　to　Umbridge。　Very　slowly；　hardly　daring　to　breathe；　Harry　backed　out　of　the　office　into　the　open　area　beyond。
The　pamphlet…makers　were　still　clustered　around　the　remains　of　the　Decoy　Detonator；　which　continued　to　hoot　feebly　as　it　smoked。　Harry　hurried　off　up　the　corridor　as　the　young　witch　said；　〃I　bet　it　sneaked　up　here　from　Experimental　Charms；　they're　so　careless；　remember　that　poisonous　duck？〃
Speeding　back　toward　the　lifts；　Harry　reviewed　his　options。　It　had　never　been　likely　that　the　locket　was　here　at　the　Ministry；　and　there　was　no　hope　of　bewitching　its　whereabouts　out　of　Umbridge　while　she　was　sitting　in　a　crowded　court。　Their　priority　now　had　to　be　to　leave　the　Ministry　before　they　were　exposed；　and　try　again　another　day。　The　first　thing　to　do　was　to　find　Ron；　and　then　they　could　work　out　a　way　of　extracting　Hermione　from　the　courtroom。
The　lift　was　empty　when　it　arrived。　Harry　jumped　in　and　pulled　off　the　Invisibility　Cloak　as　it　started　its　descent。　To　his　enormous　relief；　when　it　rattled　to　a　halt　at　level　two；　a　soaking…wet　and　wild…eyed　Ron　got　in。
〃M…morning；〃　he　stammered　to　Harry　as　the　lift　set　off　again。
〃Ron；　it's　me；　Harry！〃
〃Harry！　Blimey；　I　forgot　what　you　looked　like　…　why　isn't　Hermione　with　you？〃
〃She　had　to　go　down　to　the　courtrooms　with　Umbridge；　she　couldn't　refuse；　and　…〃
But　before　Harry　could　finish　the　lift　had　stopped　again。　The　doors　opened　and　Mr。　Weasley　walked　inside；　talking　to　an　elderly　witch　whose　blonde　hair　was　teased　so　high　it　resembled　an　anthill。
〃a133　I　quite　understand　what　you're　saying；　Wakanda；　but　I'm　afraid　I　cannot　be　party　to　…　〃
Mr。　Weasley　broke　off；　he　had　noticed　Harry。　It　was　very　strange　to　have　Mr。　Weasley　glare　at　him　with　that　much　dislike。　The　lift　doors　closed　and　the　four　of　them　trundled　downward　once　more。
〃Oh　hello；　Reg；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　looking　around　at　the　sound　of　steady　dripping　from　Ron's　robes。　〃Isn't　your　wife　in　for　questioning　today？　Er　…　what's　happened　to　you？　Why　are　you　so　wet？〃
〃Yaxley's　office　is　raining；〃　said　Ron。　He　addressed　Mr。　Weasley's　shoulder；　and　Harry　felt　sure　he　was　scared　that　his　father　might　recognize　him　if　they　looked　directly　into　each　other's　eyes。　〃I　couldn't　stop　it；　so　they've　sent　me　to　get　Bernie　…　Pillsworth；　I　think　they　said　…〃
〃Yes；　a　lot　of　offices　have　been　raining　lately；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。　〃Did　you　try　Meterolojinx　Recanto？　It　worked　for　Bletchley。〃
〃Meteolojinx　Recanto？〃　whispered　Ron。　〃No；　I　didn't。　Thanks；　D　…　I　mean；　thanks；　Arthur。〃
The　lift　doors　opened；　the　old　witch　with　the　anthill　hair　left；　and　Ron　darted　past　her　out　of　sight。　Harry　made　to　follow　him；　but　found　his　path　blocked　as　Percy　Weasley　strode　into　the　lift；　his　nose　buried　in　some　papers　he　was　reading。
Not　until　the　doors　had　clanged　shut　again　did　Percy　realize　he　was　in　a　lit　with　his　father。　He　glanced　up；　saw　Mr。　Weasley；　turned　radish　red；　and　left　the　lift　the　moment　the　doors　opened　again。　For　the　second　time；　Harry　tried　to　get　out；　but　this　time　found　his　way　blocked　by　Mr。　Weasley's　arm。
〃One　moment；　Runcorn。〃
The　lift　doors　closed　and　as　they　clanked　down　another　floor；　Mr。　Weasley　said；　〃I　hear　you　had　information　about　Dirk　Cresswell。〃
Harry　had　the　impression　that　Mr。　Weasley's　anger　was　no　less　because　of　the　brush　with　Percy。　He　decided　his　best　chance　was　to　act　stupid。
〃Sorry？〃　he　said。
〃Don't　pretend；　Runcorn；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　fiercely。　〃You　tracked　down　the　wizard　who　faked　his　family　tree；　didn't　you？〃
〃I　…　so　what　if　I　did？〃　said　Harry。
〃So　Dirk　Cresswell　is　ten　times　the　wizard　you　are；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　quietly；　as　the　lift　sank　ever　lower。　〃And　if　he　survives　Azkaban；　you'll　have　to　answer　to　him；　not　to　mention　his　wife；　his　sons；　and　his　friends　…〃
〃Arthur；〃　Harry　interrupted；　〃you　know　you're　being　tracked；　don't　you？〃
〃Is　that　a　threat；　Runcorn？〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　loudly。
〃No；〃　said　Harry；　〃it's　a　fact！　They're　watching　your　every　move　…〃
The　lift　doors　opened。　They　had　reached　the　Atrium。　Mr。　Weasley　gave　Harry　a　scathing　look　and　swept　from　the　lift。　Harry　stood　there；　shaken。　He　wished　he　was　impersonating　somebody　other　than　Runcorna133。　The　lift　doors　clanged　shut。
Harry　pulled　out　the　Invisibility　Cloak　and　put　it　back　on。　He　would　try　to　extricate　Hermione　on　his　own　while　Ron　was　dealing　with　the　raining　office。　When　the　doors　opened；　he　stepped　out　into　a　torch…lit　stone　passageway　quite　different　from　the　wood…paneled　and　carpeted　corridors　above。　As　the　left　rattled　away　again；　Harry　shivered　slightly；　looking　toward　the　distant　black　door　that　marked　the　entrance　to　the　Department　of　Mysteries。
He　set　off；　his　destination　not　the　black　door；　but　the　doorway　he　remembered　on　the　left　hand　side；　which　opened　onto　the　flight　of　stairs　down　to　the　court　chambers。　His　mind　grappled　with　possibilities　as　he　crept　down　them：　He　still　had　a　couple　of　Decoy　Detonators；　but　perhaps　it　would　be　better　to　simply　knock　on　the　courtroom　door；　enter
as　Runcorn；　and　ask　for　a　quick　word　with　Mafalda？　Of　course；　he　did　not　know　whether　Runcorn　was　sufficiently　important　to　get　away　with　this；　and　even　if　he　managed　it；　Hermione's　non…reappearance　might　trigger　a　search　before　they　were　clear　of　the　Ministrya133。
Lost　in　thought；　he　did　not　immediately　register　the　unnatural　chill　that　was　creeping　over　him；　as　if　he　were　descending　into　fog。　It　was　becoming　colder　and　colder　with　every　step　he　took；　a　cold　that　reached　right　down　his　throat　and　tore　at　his　lungs。　And　then　he　felt　that　stealing　sense　of　despair；　or　hopelessness；　filling　him；　expanding　inside　hima133。
iDementorsi；　he　thought。
And　as　he　reached　the　foot　of　the　stairs　and　turned　to　his　right　he　saw　a　dreadful　scene。　The　dark　passage　outside　the　courtrooms　was　packed　with　tall；　black…hooded　figures；　their　faces　completely　hidden；　their　ragged　breathing　the　only　sound　in　the　place。　The　petrified　Muggle…borns　brought　in　for　questioning　sat　huddled　and　shivering　on　hard　wooden　benches。　Most　of　them　were　hiding　their　faces　in　their　hands；　perhaps　in　an　instinctive　attempt　to　shield　themselves　from　the　dementors'　greedy　mouths。　Some　were　accompanied　by　families；　others　sat　alone。　The　dementors　were　gliding　up　and　down　in　front　of　them；　and　the　cold；　and　the　hopelessness；　and　the　despair　of　the　place　laid　themselves　upon　Harry　like　a　cursea133。
iFight　iti；　he　told　himself；　but　he　knew　that　he　could　not　conjure　a　Patronus　here　without　revealing　himself　instantly。　So　he　moved　forward　as　silently　as　he　could；　and　with　every　step　he　took　numbness　seemed　to　steal　over　his　brain；　but　he　forced　himself　to　think　of　Hermione　and　of　Ron；　who　needed　him。
Moving　through　the　towering　black　figures　was　terrifying：　The　eyeless　faces　hidden　beneath　their　hoods　turned　as　he　passed；　and　he　felt　sure　that　they　sensed　him；　sensed；　perhaps；　a　human　presence　that　still　had　some　hope；　some　resiliencea133。
And　then；　abruptly　and　shockingly　amid　the　frozen　silence；　one　of　the　dungeon　doors　on　the　left　of　the　corridor　was　flung　open　and　sc