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There
was
a
loud
scraping
and
puffing
from
behind
them
,
and
Stan
and
Ern
appeared
,
carrying
Harry
's
trunk
and
Hedwig
's
cage
and
looking
around
excitedly
.
"
'
Ow
come
you
di
'n'
t
tell
us
'
oo
you
are
,
eh
,
Neville
?
"
said
Stan
,
beaming
at
Harry
,
while
Ernie
's
owlish
face
peered
interestedly
over
Stan
's
shoulder
.
"
And
a
private
parlor
,
please
,
Tom
,
"
said
Fudge
pointedly
.
"
'
Bye
,
"
Harry
said
miserably
to
Stan
and
Ern
as
Tom
beckoned
Fudge
toward
the
passage
that
led
from
the
bar
.
"
'
Bye
,
Neville
!
"
called
Stan
.
Fudge
marched
Harry
along
the
narrow
passage
after
Tom
's
lantern
,
and
then
into
a
small
parlor
.
Tom
clicked
his
fingers
,
a
fire
burst
into
life
in
the
grate
,
and
he
bowed
himself
out
of
the
room
.
"
Sit
down
,
Harry
,
"
said
Fudge
,
indicating
a
chair
by
the
fire
.
Harry
sat
down
,
feeling
goose
bumps
rising
up
his
arms
despite
the
glow
of
the
fire
.
Fudge
took
off
his
pinstriped
cloak
and
tossed
it
aside
,
then
hitched
up
the
trousers
of
his
bottle-green
suit
and
sat
down
opposite
Harry
.
"
I
am
Cornelius
Fudge
,
Harry
.
The
Minister
of
Magic
.
"
