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corner, passing a telephone box and a bus shelter. Harry looked sideways at Dumbledore again.
    ‘Professor?’
    ‘Harry?’
    ‘Er – where exactly are we?’
    ‘This, Harry, is the charming village of Budleigh Babberton.’
    ‘And what are we doing here?’
    ‘Ah, yes, of course, I haven’t told you,’ said Dumbledore. ‘Well, I have lost count of the number of times I have said this in recent years, but we are, once again, one member of staff short. We are here to persuade an old colleague of mine to come out of retirement and return to Hogwarts.’
    ‘How can I help with that, sir?’
    ‘Oh, I think we’ll find a use for you,’ said Dumbledore vaguely. ‘Left here, Harry.’
    They proceeded up a steep, narrow street lined with houses. All the windows were dark. The odd chill that had lain over Privet Drive for two weeks persisted here, too. Thinking of Dementors, Harry cast a look over his shoulder and grasped his wand reassuringly in his pocket.
    ‘Professor, why couldn’t we just Apparate directly into your old colleague’s house?’
    ‘Because it would be quite as rude as kicking down the front door,’ said Dumbledore. ‘Courtesy dictates that we offer fellow wizards the opportunity of denying us entry. In any case, most wizarding dwellings are magically protected from unwanted Apparators. At Hogwarts, for instance –’
    ‘– you can’t Apparate anywhere inside the buildings or grounds,’ said Harry quickly. ‘Hermione Granger told me.’
    ‘And she is quite right. We turn left again.’
    The church clock chimed midnight behind them. Harry wondered why Dumbledore did not consider it rude to call on his old colleague so late, but now that conversation had been established, he had more pressing questions to ask.
    ‘Sir, I saw in the Daily Prophet that Fudge has been sacked …’
    ‘Correct,’ said Dumbledore, now turning up a steep side-street. ‘He has been replaced, as I am sure you also saw, by Rufus Scrimgeour, who used to be Head of the Auror Office.’
    ‘Is he … do you think he’s good?’ asked Harry.
    ‘An interesting question,’ said Dumbledore. ‘He is able, certainly. A more decisive and forceful personality than Cornelius.’
    ‘Yes, but I meant –’
    ‘I know what you meant. Rufus is a man of action and, having fought Dark wizards for most of his working life, does not underestimate Lord Voldemort.’
    Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not say anything about the disagreement with Scrimgeour that the Daily Prophet had reported, and he did not have the nerve to pursue the subject, so he changed it.
    ‘And … sir … I saw about Madam Bones.’
    ‘Yes,’ said Dumbledore quietly. ‘A terrible loss. She was a great witch. Just up here, I think – ouch.’
    He had pointed with his injured hand.
    ‘Professor, what happened to your –?’
    ‘I have no time to explain now,’ said Dumbledore. ‘It is a thrilling tale, I wish to do it justice.’
    He smiled at Harry, who understood that he was not being snubbed, and that he had permission to keep asking questions.
    ‘Sir – I got a Ministry of Magic leaflet by owl, about security measures we should all take against the Death Eaters …’
    ‘Yes, I received one myself,’ said Dumbledore, still smiling. ‘Did you find it useful?’
    ‘Not really.’
    ‘No, I thought not. You have not asked me, for instance, what is my favourite flavour of jam, to check that I am indeed Professor Dumbledore, and not an impostor.’
    ‘I didn’t …’ Harry began, not entirely sure whether he was being reprimanded or not.
    ‘For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry … although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam-preferences before impersonating myself.’
    ‘Er … right,’ said Harry. ‘Well, on that leaflet, it said something about Inferi. What exactly are they? The leaflet wasn’t very clear.’
    ‘They are corpses,’ said Dumbledore calmly. ‘Dead bodies that have

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