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'But： how do you know？' said Ron。
Harry shook his head and covered his eyes with his hands； pressing down upon them with his palms。 Little stars erupted in them。 He felt Ron sit down on the bench beside him and knew Ron was staring at him。
'Is this what it was about last time？' said Ron in a hushed voice。 'When your scar hurt in Umbridge's office？ You…Know…Who was angry？'
Harry shook his head。
'What is it； then？'
Harry was thinking himself back。 He had been looking into Umbridge's face： his scar had hurt： and he had had that odd feeling in his stomach： a strange； leaping feeling： a happy feeling： but of course； he had not recognised it for what it was； as he had been feeling so miserable himself：
'Last time； it was because he was pleased；' he said。 'Really pleased。 He thought： something good was going to happen。 And the night before we came back to Hogwarts：' he thought back to the moment when his scar had hurt so badly in his and Ron's bedroom in Grimmauld Place： 'he was furious'
He looked round at Ron； who was gaping at him。
'You could take over from Trelawney； mate；' he said in an awed voice。
'I'm not making prophecies；' said Harry。
'No； you know what you're doing？' Ron said； sounding both scared and impressed。 'Harry； you're reading You…Know…Who's mind！'
'No；' said Harry； shaking his head。 'It's more like： his mood； I suppose。 I'm just getting flashes of what mood he's in。 Dumbledore said something like this was happening last year。 He said that when Voldemort was near me； or when he was feeling hatred； I could tell。 Well； now I'm feeling it when he's pleased； too：〃
There was a pause。 The wind and rain lashed at the building。
'You've got to tell someone；' said Ron。
'I told Sirius last time。'
'Well； tell him about this time！'
'Can't； can I？' said Harry grimly。 'Umbridge is watching the owls and the fires； remember？'
'Well then； Dumbledore。'
'I've just told you； he already knows；' said Harry shortly； getting to his feet； taking his cloak off his peg and swinging it around him。 There's no point telling him again。'
Ron did up the fastening of his own cloak； watching Harry thoughtfully。
'Dumbledore'd want to know；' he said。
Harry shrugged。
'C'mon： we've still got Silencing Charms to practise。'
They hurried back through the dark grounds； sliding and stumbling up the muddy lawns； not talking。 Harry was thinking hard。 What was it that Voldemort wanted done that was not happening quickly enough？
'： he's got other plans： plans he can put into operation very quietly indeed： stuff he can only get by stealth： like a weapon。 Something he didn't have last time。'
Harry had not thought about those words in weeks； he had been too absorbed in what was going on at Hogwarts； too busy dwelling on the ongoing battles with Umbridge； the injustice of all the Ministry interference： but now they came back to him and made him wonder： Voldemort's anger would make sense if he was no nearer to laying hands on the weapon； whatever it was。 Had the Order thwarted him； stopped him from seizing it？ Where was it kept？ Who had it now？
'Mimbulus mimbletonia；' said Ron's voice and Harry came back to his senses just in time to clamber through the portrait hole into the mon room。
It appeared that Hermione had gone to bed early； leaving Crookshanks curled in a nearby chair and an assortment of knobbly knitted elf hats lying on a table by the fire。 Harry was rather grateful that she was not around； because he did not much want to discuss his scar hurting and have her urge him to go to Dumbledore； too。 Ron kept throwing him anxious glances； but Harry pulled out his Charms books and set to work on finishing his essay； though he was only pretending to concentrate and by the time Ron said he was going up to bed； too； he had written hardly anything。
Midnight came and went while Harry was reading and rereading a passage about the uses of scurvy…grass； lovage and sneezewort and not taking in a word of it。
These plantes are moste efficacious in the inflaming of the braine； and are therefore much used in Confusing and Befuddlement Draughts； where the wizard is desirous of producing hot…headedness and recklessness：
： Hermione said Sirius was being reckless cooped up in Grimmauld Place：
： moste efficacious in the inflaming of the braine； and are therefore much used：
： the Daily Prophet would think his brain was inflamed if they found out that he knew what Voldemort was feeling：
： therefore much used in Confusing and Befuddlement Draughts：
： confusing was the word； all right； why did he know what Voldemort was feeling？ What was this weird connection between them； which Dumbledore had never been able to explain satisfactorily？
： where the wizard is desirous：
： how Harry would like to sleep：
：of producing hot…headedness：
： it was warm and fortable in his armchair before the fire； with the rain still beating heavily on the windowpanes； Crookshanks purring； and the crackling of the flames：
The book slipped from Harry's slack grip and landed with a dull thud on the hearthrug。 His head lolled sideways：
He was walking once more along a windowless corridor； his footsteps echoing in the silence。 As the door at the end of the passage loomed larger； his heart beat fast with excitement： if he could only open it： enter beyond：
He stretched out his hand： his fingertips were inches from it：
'Harry Potter； sir！'
He awoke with a start。 The candles had all been extinguished in the mon room； but there was something moving close by。
'Whozair？' said Harry； sitting upright in his chair。 The fire was almost out； the room very dark。
'Dobby has your owl； sir！' said a squeaky voice。
'Dobby？' said Harry thickly； peering through the gloom towards the source of the voice。
Dobby the house…elf was standing beside the table on which Hermione had left half a dozen of her knitted hats。 His large； pointed ears were now sticking out from beneath what looked like all the hats Hermione had ever knitted； he was wearing one on top of the other； so that his head seemed elongated by two or three feet； and on the very topmost bobble sat Hedwig； hooting serenely and obviously cured。
'Dobby volunteered to return Harry Potter's owl；' said the elf squeakily； with a look of positive adoration on his face； 'Professor Grubbly…Plank says she is all well now； sir。' He sank into a deep bow so that his pencil…like nose brushed the threadbare surface of the hearthrug and Hedwig gave an indignant hoot and fluttered on to the arm of Harry's chair。
Thanks； Dobby！' said Harry； stroking Hedwig's head and blinking hard； trying to rid himself of the image of the door in his dream： it had been very vivid。 Surveying Dobby more closely； he noticed that the elf was also wearing several scarves and innumerable socks； so that his feet looked far too big for his body。
'Er： have you been taking all the clothes Hermione's been leaving out？'
'Oh； no； sir；' said Dobby happily。 'Dobby has been taking some for Winky； too； sir。'
'Yeah； how is Winky？' asked Harry。
Dobby's ears drooped slightly。
'Winky is still drinking lots； sir；' he said sadly； his enormous round green eyes； large as tennis balls； downcast。 'She still does not care for clothes； Harry Potter。 Nor do the other house…elves。 None of them will clean Gryffindor Tower any more； not with the hats and socks hidden everywhere； they finds them insulting； sir。 Dobby does it all himself； sir； but Dobby does not mind； sir； for he always hopes to meet Harry Potter and tonight； sir； he has got his wish！' Dobby sank into a deep bow again。 'But Harry Potter does not seem happy；' Dobby went on； straightening up again and looking timidly at Harry。 'Dobby heard him muttering in his sleep。 Was Harry Potter having bad dreams？'
'Not really bad；' said Harry； yawning and rubbing his eyes。 'I've had worse。'
The elf surveyed Harry out of his vast； orb…like eyes。 Then he said very seriously； his ears drooping； 'Dobby wishes he could help
