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all getting to their feet; talking; gathering up their papers and packing them away。 Harry stood up。 Nobody seemed to be paying him the slightest bit of attention; except the toadlike witch on Fudge's right; who was now gazing down at him instead of at Dumbledore。 Ignoring her; he tried to catch Fudge's eye; or Madam Bones's; wanting to ask whether he was free to go; but Fudge seemed quite determined not to notice Harry; and Madam Bones was busy with her briefcase; so he took a few tentative steps towards the exit and; when nobody called him back; broke into a very fast walk。
   He took the last few steps at a run; wrenched open the door and almost collided with Mr Weasley; who was standing right outside; looking pale and apprehensive。
   'Dumbledore didn't say …'
   
   'Cleared;' Harry said; pulling the door closed behind him; 'of all charges!'
   
   Beaming; Mr Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders。
   'Harry; that's wonderful! Well; of course; they couldn't have found you guilty; not on the evidence; but even so; I can't pretend I wasn't …'
   
   But Mr Weasley broke off; because the courtroom door had just opened again。 The Wizengamot were filing out。
   'Merlin's beard!' exclaimed Mr Weasley wonderingly; pulling Harry aside to let them all pass。 'You were tried by the full court?'
   
   'I think so;' said Harry quietly。
   One or two of the wizards nodded to Harry as they passed and a few; including Madam Bones; said; 'Morning; Arthur;' to Mr Weasley; but most averted their eyes。 Cornelius Fudge and the toadlike witch were almost the last to leave the dungeon。 Fudge acted as though Mr Weasley and Harry were part of the wall; but again; the witch looked almost appraisingly at Harry as she passed。 Last of all to pass was Percy。 Like Fudge; he pletely ignored his father and Harry; he marched past clutching a large roll of parchment and a handful of spare quills; his back rigid and his nose in the air。 The lines around Mr Weasleys mouth tightened slightly; but other than this he gave no sign that he had seen his third son。
   'I'm going to take you straight back so you can tell the others the good news;' he said; beckoning Harry forwards as Percy's heels disappeared up the steps to Level Nine。 I'll drop you off on the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green。 e on:〃
   
   'So; what will you have to do about the toilet?' Harry asked; grinning。 Everything suddenly seemed five times funnier than usual。 It was starting to sink in: he was cleared; he was going back to Hogwarts。
   'Oh; its a simple enough anti…jinx;' said Mr Weasley as they mounted the stairs; 'but it's not so much having to repair the damage; its more the attitude behind the vandalism; Harry。 Muggle…baiting might strike some wizards as funny; but it's an expression of something much deeper and nastier; and I for one …'
   
   Mr Weasley broke off in mid…sentence。 They had just reached the ninth…level corridor and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them; talking quietly to a tall man with sleek blond hair and a pointed; pale face。
   The second man turned at the sound of their footsteps。 He; too; broke off in mid…conversation; his cold grey eyes narrowed and fixed upon Harry's face。
   'Well; well; well: Patronus Potter;' said Lucius Malfoy coolly。
   Harry felt winded; as though he had just walked into something solid。 He had last seen those cold grey eyes through slits in a Death Eaters hood; and last heard that man's voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him。 Harry could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here; in the Ministry of Magic; or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him; when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater。
   The Minister was just telling me about your lucky escape; Potter;' drawled Mr Malfoy。 'Quite astonishing; the way you continue to wriggle out of very tight holes: snakelike; in fact。'
   
   Mr Weasley gripped Harry's shoulder in warning。
   'Yeah;' said Harry; 'yeah; I'm good at escaping。'
   
   Lucius Malfoy raised his eyes to Mr Weasley's face。
   'And Arthur Weasley too! What are you doing here; Arthur?'
   
   'I work here;' said Mr Weasley curtly。
   'Not here; surely?' said Mr Malfoy; raising his eyebrows and glancing towards the door over Mr Weasley's shoulder。 'I thought you were up on the second floor: don't you do something that involves sneaking Muggle artefacts home and bewitching them?'
   
   'No;' Mr Weasley snapped; his fingers now biting into Harry's shoulder。
   'What are you doing here; anyway?' Harry asked Lucius Malfoy。
   'I don't think private matters between myself and the Minister are any concern of yours; Potter;' said Malfoy; smoothing the front of his robes。 Harry distinctly heard the gentle clinking of what sounded like a full pocket of gold。 'Really; just because you are Dumbledore's favourite boy; you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us: shall we go up to your office; then; Minister?'
   
   'Certainly' said Fudge; turning his back on Harry and Mr Weasley。 This way; Lucius。'
   
   They strode off together; talking in low voices。 Mr Weasley did not let go of Harry's shoulder until they had disappeared into the lift。
   'Why wasn't he waiting outside Fudge's office if they've got business to do together?' Harry burst out furiously。 'What was he doing down here?'
   
   'Trying to sneak down to the courtroom; if you ask me;' said Mr Weasley; looking extremely agitated and glancing over his shoulder as though making sure they could not be overheard。 Trying to find out whether you'd been expelled or not。 I'll leave a note for Dumbledore when I drop you off; he ought to know Malfoys been talking to Fudge again。'
   
   'What private business have they got together; anyway?'
   
   'Gold; I expect;' said Mr Weasley angrily。 'Malfoy's been giving generously to all sorts of things for years: gets him in with the right people: then he can ask favours: delay laws he doesn't want passed: oh; he's very well…connected; Lucius Malfoy。'
   
   The lift arrived; it was empty except for a flock of memos that flapped around Mr Weasley's head as he pressed the button for the Atrium and the doors clanged shut。 He waved them away irritably。
   'Mr Weasley' said Harry slowly; 'if Fudge is meeting Death Eaters like Malfoy; if he's seeing them alone; how do we know they haven't put the Imperius Curse on him?'
   
   'Don't think it hasn't occurred to us; Harry' said Mr Weasley quietly。 'But Dumbledore thinks Fudge is acting of his own accord at the moment … which; as Dumbledore says; is not a lot of fort。 Best not talk about it any more just now; Harry。'
   
   The doors slid open and they stepped out into the now almost…deserted Atrium。 Eric the watchwizard was hidden behind his Daily Prophet again。 They had walked straight past the golden fountain before Harry remembered。
   'Wait:' he told Mr Weasley; and; pulling his moneybag from his pocket; he turned back to the fountain。
   He looked up into the handsome wizard's face; but close…to Harry thought he looked rather weak and foolish。 The witch was wearing a vapid smile like a beauty contestant; and from what Harry knew of goblins and centaurs; they were most unlikely to be caught staring so soppily at humans of any description。 Only the house…elf's attitude of creeping servility looked convincing。 With a grin at the thought of what Hermione would say if she could see the statue of the elf; Harry turned his moneybag upside…down and emptied not just ten Galleons; but the whole contents into the pool。
   * * *
   
   'I knew it!' yelled Ron; punching the air。 'You always get away with stuff!'
   
   They were bound to clear you;' said Hermione; who had looked positively faint with anxiety when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes; 'there was no case against you; none at all。'
   
   'Everyone seems quite relieved; though; considering you all knew I'd get off;' said Harry; smiling。
   Mrs Weasley was wiping her face on her apron; and Fred; George and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: 'He got off; he got off; he got of

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