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“What did he want?” Mr. Weasley asked, looking around at Harry, Ron, and Hermione as Mrs. Weasley came hurrying back to them.

“Well, nobody knows, do they?” said Hermione, raising her eyebrows.

“That's all right, Argus, that's all right,” said Slughorn, waving a hand. “It's Christmas, and it's not a crime to want to come to a party. Just this once, we'll forget any punishment; you may stay, Draco.”

“Two years ago,” said Harry, his heart now hammering against his ribs, “there was a big gold locket in the drawing room upstairs. We threw it out. Did you steal it back?”

“That's right,” said Ginny staunchly. “Neville and I were both there too, and all this ‘Chosen One’ rubbish is just the Prophet making things up as usual.”

“What did we just go through all that for? The locket! Where’s the locket?”

“Take it, then,” Harry panted to Cedric. “Go on, take it. You're there.”

“The papers,” said Fagin, drawing Oliver towards him, “are in a

“What?” he said confusedly. “Oh ... er ...”