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‘Well, that clears that up,’ said Ron. ‘It would've been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly.’

‘You see,’ said Mr. Peggotty, ‘knowing as you was partial to a

‘No, sir. My brother-in-law, Tom, was her father.’

‘Shhh!’ whispered Hermione desperately. ‘Not so loud—just read it!’

‘Not tonight, Dobby,’ said Harry reluctantly, sinking back into his chair. ‘This is really important ... I don't want to blow it, it'll need proper planning. Listen, can you just tell me exactly where this Room of Requirement is, and how to get in there?’

‘The weapon Sirius mentioned?’ said Harry.

‘Thirty-nine years this December,’ said Professor McGonagall brusquely, snapping her bag shut.

‘You're kidding!’

‘You'd be surprised what Kreacher can manage when he wants to, Hermione,’ said Sirius, who had just entered the room carrying a bloodstained bag of what appeared to be dead rats. ‘I've just been feeding Buckbeak,’ he added, in reply to Harry's enquiring look. ‘I keep him upstairs in my mother's bedroom. Anyway ... this writing desk...’