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[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly,' said Sirius coldly. 'I'm not sure you are!' said Mrs Weasley. 'Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!'</s> [INST] | 'I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly,' said Sirius coldly. 'I'm not sure you are!' said Mrs Weasley. 'Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'What's wrong with that?' said Harry. 'What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!' said Mrs Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. 'You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!'</s> [INST] | 'What's wrong with that?' said Harry. 'What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!' said Mrs Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. 'You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?' demanded Sirius, his voice rising. 'Meaning you have been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and - '</s> [INST] | 'Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?' demanded Sirius, his voice rising. 'Meaning you have been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!' said Sirius loudly. 'Arthur!' said Mrs Weasley rounding on her husband. 'Arthur, back me up!'</s> [INST] | 'We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!' said Sirius loudly. 'Arthur!' said Mrs Weasley rounding on her husband. 'Arthur, back me up!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> Mr Weasley did not speak at once. He took off his glasses and cleaned them slowly on his robes, not looking at his wife. Only when he had replaced them carefully on his nose did he reply. 'Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in, to a certain extent, now that he is staying at Headquarters.'</s> [INST] | Mr Weasley did not speak at once. He took off his glasses and cleaned them slowly on his robes, not looking at his wife. Only when he had replaced them carefully on his nose did he reply. 'Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in, to a certain extent, now that he is staying at Headquarters.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!'</s> [INST] | 'Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Personally,' said Lupin quietly, looking away from Sirius at last, as Mrs Weasley turned quickly to him, hopeful that finally she was about to get an ally, 'I think it better that Harry gets the facts - 'not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture - from us, rather than a garbled version from... others.'</s> [INST] | 'Personally,' said Lupin quietly, looking away from Sirius at last, as Mrs Weasley turned quickly to him, hopeful that finally she was about to get an ally, 'I think it better that Harry gets the facts - 'not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture - from us, rather than a garbled version from... others.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> His expression was mild, but Harry felt sure Lupin, at least, knew that some Extendable Ears had survived Mrs Weasley's purge. 'Well,' said Mrs Weasley, breathing deeply and looking around the table for support that did not come, 'well... I can see I' going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has Harry's best interests at heart -'</s> [INST] | His expression was mild, but Harry felt sure Lupin, at least, knew that some Extendable Ears had survived Mrs Weasley's purge. 'Well,' said Mrs Weasley, breathing deeply and looking around the table for support that did not come, 'well... I can see I' going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has Harry's best interests at heart -'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'He's not your son,' said Sirius quietly. 'He's as good as,' said Mrs Weasley fiercely. 'Who else has he got?'</s> [INST] | 'He's not your son,' said Sirius quietly. 'He's as good as,' said Mrs Weasley fiercely. 'Who else has he got?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'He's got me!'</s> [INST] | 'He's got me!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Yes,' said Mrs Weasley, her lip curling, 'the thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?'</s> [INST] | 'Yes,' said Mrs Weasley, her lip curling, 'the thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> Sirius started to rise from his chair. 'Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry,' said Lupin sharply. 'Sirius, sit down.'</s> [INST] | Sirius started to rise from his chair. 'Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry,' said Lupin sharply. 'Sirius, sit down.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> Mrs Weasleys lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank slowly back into his chair, his face white. 'I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this,' Lupin continued, 'he's old enough to decide for himself.'</s> [INST] | Mrs Weasleys lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank slowly back into his chair, his face white. 'I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this,' Lupin continued, 'he's old enough to decide for himself.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'I want to know what's been going on,' Harry said at once. He did not look at Mrs Weasley. He had been touched by what she had said about his being as good as a son, but he was also impatient with her mollycoddling. Sirius was right, he was not a child. 'Very well,' said Mrs Weasley, her voice cracking. 'We're of age!' Fred and George bellowed together. 'Mum, I want to hear!' wailed Ginny</s> [INST] | 'I want to know what's been going on,' Harry said at once. He did not look at Mrs Weasley. He had been touched by what she had said about his being as good as a son, but he was also impatient with her mollycoddling. Sirius was right, he was not a child. 'Very well,' said Mrs Weasley, her voice cracking. 'We're of age!' Fred and George bellowed together. 'Mum, I want to hear!' wailed Ginny</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'NO!' shouted Mrs Weasley, standing up, her eyes overbright. 'I absolutely forbid - '</s> [INST] | 'NO!' shouted Mrs Weasley, standing up, her eyes overbright. 'I absolutely forbid - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Molly you can't stop Fred and George,' said Mr Weasley wearily. They are of age.'</s> [INST] | 'Molly you can't stop Fred and George,' said Mr Weasley wearily. They are of age.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> They're still at school.'</s> [INST] | They're still at school.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'But they're legally adults now,' said Mr Weasley, in the same tired voice. Mrs Weasley was now scarlet in the face. 'Won't - won't you?' he added uncertainly, meeting Harry's eyes. But the nasty impulse vanished as they looked at each other. 'Course I will,' Harry said. 'Fine!' shouted Mrs Weasley. 'Fine! Ginny - BED!'</s> [INST] | 'But they're legally adults now,' said Mr Weasley, in the same tired voice. Mrs Weasley was now scarlet in the face. 'Won't - won't you?' he added uncertainly, meeting Harry's eyes. But the nasty impulse vanished as they looked at each other. 'Course I will,' Harry said. 'Fine!' shouted Mrs Weasley. 'Fine! Ginny - BED!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> Ginny did not go quietly. They could hear her raging and storming at her mother all the way up the stairs, and when she reached the hall Mrs Blacks ear-splitting shrieks were added to the din. Lupin hurried off to the portrait: to restore calm. It was only after he had returned, closing the kitchen door behind him and taking his seat at the table again, that Sirius spoke. 'OK, Harry... what do you want to know?'</s> [INST] | Ginny did not go quietly. They could hear her raging and storming at her mother all the way up the stairs, and when she reached the hall Mrs Blacks ear-splitting shrieks were added to the din. Lupin hurried off to the portrait: to restore calm. It was only after he had returned, closing the kitchen door behind him and taking his seat at the table again, that Sirius spoke. 'OK, Harry... what do you want to know?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> Harry took a deep breath and asked the question that had obsessed him for the last month. 'Where's Voldemort?' he said, ignoring the renewed shudders and winces at the name. 'What's he doing? I've been trying to watch the Muggle news, and there hasn't been anything that looks like him yet, no funny deaths or anything.'</s> [INST] | Harry took a deep breath and asked the question that had obsessed him for the last month. 'Where's Voldemort?' he said, ignoring the renewed shudders and winces at the name. 'What's he doing? I've been trying to watch the Muggle news, and there hasn't been anything that looks like him yet, no funny deaths or anything.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> That's because there haven't been any funny deaths yet,' said Sirius, 'not as far as we know, anyway... and we know quite a let.'</s> [INST] | That's because there haven't been any funny deaths yet,' said Sirius, 'not as far as we know, anyway... and we know quite a let.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'More than he thinks we do, anyway,' said Lupin. 'How come he's stopped killing people?' Harry asked. He knew Voldemort had murdered more than once in the last year alone. 'Because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself,' said Sirius. 'It would be dangerous for him. His comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up.'</s> [INST] | 'More than he thinks we do, anyway,' said Lupin. 'How come he's stopped killing people?' Harry asked. He knew Voldemort had murdered more than once in the last year alone. 'Because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself,' said Sirius. 'It would be dangerous for him. His comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Or rather, you messed it up for him,' said Lupin, with a satisfied smile. 'How?' Harry asked, perplexed. 'You weren't supposed to survive!' said Sirius. 'Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you survived to bear witness.'</s> [INST] | 'Or rather, you messed it up for him,' said Lupin, with a satisfied smile. 'How?' Harry asked, perplexed. 'You weren't supposed to survive!' said Sirius. 'Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you survived to bear witness.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'And the very last person he wanted alerted to his return the moment he got back was Dumbledore,' said Lupin. 'And you made sure Dumbledore knew at once.'</s> [INST] | 'And the very last person he wanted alerted to his return the moment he got back was Dumbledore,' said Lupin. 'And you made sure Dumbledore knew at once.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'How has that helped?' Harry asked. 'Are you kidding?' said Bill incredulously. 'Dumbledore was the only one You-Know-Who was ever scared of!'</s> [INST] | 'How has that helped?' Harry asked. 'Are you kidding?' said Bill incredulously. 'Dumbledore was the only one You-Know-Who was ever scared of!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> Thanks to you, Dumbledore was able to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned,' said Sirius. 'So, what's the Order been doing?' said Harry, looking around at them all. 'Working as hard as we can to make sure Voldemort can't carry out his plans,' said Sirius. 'How d'you know what his plans are?' Harry asked quickly. 'Dumbledore's got a shrewd idea,' said Lupin, 'and Dumbledore's shrewd ideas normally turn out to be accurate.'</s> [INST] | Thanks to you, Dumbledore was able to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned,' said Sirius. 'So, what's the Order been doing?' said Harry, looking around at them all. 'Working as hard as we can to make sure Voldemort can't carry out his plans,' said Sirius. 'How d'you know what his plans are?' Harry asked quickly. 'Dumbledore's got a shrewd idea,' said Lupin, 'and Dumbledore's shrewd ideas normally turn out to be accurate.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'So what does Dumbledore reckon he's planning?'</s> [INST] | 'So what does Dumbledore reckon he's planning?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Well, firstly, he wants to build up his army again,' said Sirius. 'In the old days he had huge numbers at his command: witches and wizards he'd bullied or bewitched into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a great variety of Dark creatures. You heard him planning to recruit the giants; well, they'll be just one of the groups he's after. He's certainly not going to try and take on the Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death Eaters.'</s> [INST] | 'Well, firstly, he wants to build up his army again,' said Sirius. 'In the old days he had huge numbers at his command: witches and wizards he'd bullied or bewitched into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a great variety of Dark creatures. You heard him planning to recruit the giants; well, they'll be just one of the groups he's after. He's certainly not going to try and take on the Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death Eaters.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'So you're trying to stop him getting more followers?'</s> [INST] | 'So you're trying to stop him getting more followers?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'We're doing our best,' said Lupin. 'How?'</s> [INST] | 'We're doing our best,' said Lupin. 'How?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Well, the main thing is to try and convince as many people as possible that You-Know-Who really has returned, to put them on their guard,' said Bill. 'It's proving tricky, though.'</s> [INST] | 'Well, the main thing is to try and convince as many people as possible that You-Know-Who really has returned, to put them on their guard,' said Bill. 'It's proving tricky, though.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Why?'</s> [INST] | 'Why?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Because of the Ministry's attitude,' said Tonks. 'You saw Cornelius Fudge after You-Know-Who came back, Harry. Well, he hasn't shifted his position at all. He's absolutely refusing to believe it's happened.'</s> [INST] | 'Because of the Ministry's attitude,' said Tonks. 'You saw Cornelius Fudge after You-Know-Who came back, Harry. Well, he hasn't shifted his position at all. He's absolutely refusing to believe it's happened.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'But why?' said Harry desperately. 'Why's he being so stupid? If Dumbledore - '</s> [INST] | 'But why?' said Harry desperately. 'Why's he being so stupid? If Dumbledore - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Ah, well, you've put your finger on the problem,' said Mr Weasley with a wry smile. 'Dumbledore.'</s> [INST] | 'Ah, well, you've put your finger on the problem,' said Mr Weasley with a wry smile. 'Dumbledore.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Fudge is frightened of him, you see,' said Tonks sadly. 'Frightened of Dumbledore?' said Harry incredulously. 'Frightened of what he's up to,' said Mr Weasley. 'Fudge thinks Dumbledore's plotting to overthrow him. He thinks Dumbledore wants to be Minister for Magic.'</s> [INST] | 'Fudge is frightened of him, you see,' said Tonks sadly. 'Frightened of Dumbledore?' said Harry incredulously. 'Frightened of what he's up to,' said Mr Weasley. 'Fudge thinks Dumbledore's plotting to overthrow him. He thinks Dumbledore wants to be Minister for Magic.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'But Dumbledore doesn't want - '</s> [INST] | 'But Dumbledore doesn't want - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Of course he doesn't,' said Mr Weasley. 'He's never wanted the Minister's job, even though a lot of people wanted him to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. Fudge came to power instead, but</s> [INST] | 'Of course he doesn't,' said Mr Weasley. 'He's never wanted the Minister's job, even though a lot of people wanted him to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. Fudge came to power instead, but</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> he's never quite forgotten how much popular support Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore never applied for the job.'</s> [INST] | he's never quite forgotten how much popular support Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore never applied for the job.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Deep down, Fudge knows Dumbledore's much cleverer than he is, a much more powerful wizard, and in the early days of his Ministry he was forever asking Dumbledore for help and advice,' said Lupin. 'But it seems he's become fond of power, and much more confident. He loves being Minister for Magic and he's m; n-aged to convince himself that he's the clever one and Dumbledore's simply stirring up trouble for the sake of it.'</s> [INST] | 'Deep down, Fudge knows Dumbledore's much cleverer than he is, a much more powerful wizard, and in the early days of his Ministry he was forever asking Dumbledore for help and advice,' said Lupin. 'But it seems he's become fond of power, and much more confident. He loves being Minister for Magic and he's m; n-aged to convince himself that he's the clever one and Dumbledore's simply stirring up trouble for the sake of it.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'How can he think that?' said Harry angrily. 'How can he think Dumbledore would just make it all up - that I'd make it all up?'</s> [INST] | 'How can he think that?' said Harry angrily. 'How can he think Dumbledore would just make it all up - that I'd make it all up?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Because accepting that Voldermort's back would mean trouble like the Ministry hasn't had to cope with for nearly fourteen yea's,' said Sirius bitterly. 'Fudge just can't bring himself to face it. It's so much more comfortable to convince himself Dumbledore's lying to destabilise him.'</s> [INST] | 'Because accepting that Voldermort's back would mean trouble like the Ministry hasn't had to cope with for nearly fourteen yea's,' said Sirius bitterly. 'Fudge just can't bring himself to face it. It's so much more comfortable to convince himself Dumbledore's lying to destabilise him.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'You see the problem,' said Lupin. 'While the Ministry insists there is nothing to fear from Voldemort it's hard to convince people he's back, especially as they really don't want to believe it in the first place. What's more, the Ministry's leaning heavily on the Daily Prophet not to report any of what they're calling Dumbledore's rumour-mongering, so most of the wizarding community are completely unaware anything's happened, and that makes them easy targets for the Death Eaters if they're using the Imperius Curse.'</s> [INST] | 'You see the problem,' said Lupin. 'While the Ministry insists there is nothing to fear from Voldemort it's hard to convince people he's back, especially as they really don't want to believe it in the first place. What's more, the Ministry's leaning heavily on the Daily Prophet not to report any of what they're calling Dumbledore's rumour-mongering, so most of the wizarding community are completely unaware anything's happened, and that makes them easy targets for the Death Eaters if they're using the Imperius Curse.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'But you're telling people, aren't you?' said Harry, looking around at Mr Weasley, Sirius, Bill, Mundungus, Lupin and Tonks. 'You're letting people know he's back?'</s> [INST] | 'But you're telling people, aren't you?' said Harry, looking around at Mr Weasley, Sirius, Bill, Mundungus, Lupin and Tonks. 'You're letting people know he's back?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> They all smiled humourlessly. 'Well, as everyone thinks I'm a mad mass-murderer and the Ministry's put a ten thousand Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?' said Sirius restlessly. 'And I'm not a very popular dinner guest with most of the community,' said Lupin. 'It's an occupational hazard of being a werewolf.'</s> [INST] | They all smiled humourlessly. 'Well, as everyone thinks I'm a mad mass-murderer and the Ministry's put a ten thousand Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?' said Sirius restlessly. 'And I'm not a very popular dinner guest with most of the community,' said Lupin. 'It's an occupational hazard of being a werewolf.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Tonks and Arthur would lose their jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting their mouths off,' said Sirius, 'and it's very important</s> [INST] | 'Tonks and Arthur would lose their jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting their mouths off,' said Sirius, 'and it's very important</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> for us to have spies inside the Ministry, because you can bet Voldemort will have them.'</s> [INST] | for us to have spies inside the Ministry, because you can bet Voldemort will have them.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'We've managed to convince a couple of people, though,' said Mr Weasley. Tonks here, for one - she's too young to have been in the Order of the Phoenix last time, and having Aurors on our side is a huge advantage - Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real asset, too; he's in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry information that Sirius is in Tibet.'</s> [INST] | 'We've managed to convince a couple of people, though,' said Mr Weasley. Tonks here, for one - she's too young to have been in the Order of the Phoenix last time, and having Aurors on our side is a huge advantage - Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real asset, too; he's in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry information that Sirius is in Tibet.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'But if none of you are putting the news out that Voldemort's back -'Harry began. 'Who said none of us are putting the news out?' said Sirius. 'Why d'you think Dumbledore's in such trouble?'</s> [INST] | 'But if none of you are putting the news out that Voldemort's back -'Harry began. 'Who said none of us are putting the news out?' said Sirius. 'Why d'you think Dumbledore's in such trouble?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'What d'you mean?' Harry asked. They're trying to discredit him,' said Lupin. 'Didn't you see the Daily Prophet last week? They reported that he'd been voted out of the Chairmanship of the International Confederation of Wizards because he's getting old and losing his grip, but it's not true; he was voted out by Ministry wizards after he made a speech announcing Voldemort's return. They've demoted him from Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot - that's the Wizard High Court - and they're talking about taking away his Order of Merlin, First Class, too.'</s> [INST] | 'What d'you mean?' Harry asked. They're trying to discredit him,' said Lupin. 'Didn't you see the Daily Prophet last week? They reported that he'd been voted out of the Chairmanship of the International Confederation of Wizards because he's getting old and losing his grip, but it's not true; he was voted out by Ministry wizards after he made a speech announcing Voldemort's return. They've demoted him from Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot - that's the Wizard High Court - and they're talking about taking away his Order of Merlin, First Class, too.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog Cards,' said Bill, grinning. 'It's no laughing matter,' said Mr Weasley sharply. 'If he carries on defying the Ministry like this he could end up in Azkaban, and the last thing we want is to have Dumbledore locked up. While You-Know-Who knows Dumbledore's out there and wise to what he's up to he's going to go cautiously. If Dumbledore's out of the way - well, You-Know-Who will have a clear field.'</s> [INST] | 'But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog Cards,' said Bill, grinning. 'It's no laughing matter,' said Mr Weasley sharply. 'If he carries on defying the Ministry like this he could end up in Azkaban, and the last thing we want is to have Dumbledore locked up. While You-Know-Who knows Dumbledore's out there and wise to what he's up to he's going to go cautiously. If Dumbledore's out of the way - well, You-Know-Who will have a clear field.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'But if Voldemort's trying to recruit more Death Eaters it's bound to get out that he's come back, isn't it?' asked Harry desperately. 'Voldemort doesn't march up to people's houses and bang on their front doors, Harry,' said Sirius. 'He tricks, jinxes and blackmails them. He's well-practised at operating in secret. In any case, gathering followers is only one thing he's interested in. He's got other plans too, plans he can put into operation very quietly indeed, and he's concentrating on those for the moment.'</s> [INST] | 'But if Voldemort's trying to recruit more Death Eaters it's bound to get out that he's come back, isn't it?' asked Harry desperately. 'Voldemort doesn't march up to people's houses and bang on their front doors, Harry,' said Sirius. 'He tricks, jinxes and blackmails them. He's well-practised at operating in secret. In any case, gathering followers is only one thing he's interested in. He's got other plans too, plans he can put into operation very quietly indeed, and he's concentrating on those for the moment.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'What's he after apart from followers?' Harry asked swiftly. He thought he saw Sirius and Lupin exchange the most fleeting of looks before Sirius answered. 'Stuff he can only get by stealth.'</s> [INST] | 'What's he after apart from followers?' Harry asked swiftly. He thought he saw Sirius and Lupin exchange the most fleeting of looks before Sirius answered. 'Stuff he can only get by stealth.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> When Harry continued to look puzzled, Sirius said, 'Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time.'</s> [INST] | When Harry continued to look puzzled, Sirius said, 'Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'When he was powerful before?'</s> [INST] | 'When he was powerful before?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Yes.'</s> [INST] | 'Yes.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Like what kind of weapon?' said Harry. 'Something worse than the Avada Kedavra -?'</s> [INST] | 'Like what kind of weapon?' said Harry. 'Something worse than the Avada Kedavra -?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> That's enough!'</s> [INST] | That's enough!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> Mrs Weasley spoke from the shadows beside the door. Harry hadn't noticed her return from taking Ginny upstairs. Her arms were crossed and she looked furious. 'I want you in bed, now. 'You can't boss us -'Fred began. 'Watch me,' snarled Mrs Weasley. She was trembling slightly as she looked at Sirius. 'You've given Harry plenty of information. Any more and you might just as well induct him into the Order straightaway.'</s> [INST] | Mrs Weasley spoke from the shadows beside the door. Harry hadn't noticed her return from taking Ginny upstairs. Her arms were crossed and she looked furious. 'I want you in bed, now. 'You can't boss us -'Fred began. 'Watch me,' snarled Mrs Weasley. She was trembling slightly as she looked at Sirius. 'You've given Harry plenty of information. Any more and you might just as well induct him into the Order straightaway.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'Why not?' said Harry quickly. 'I'll join, I want to join, I want to fight.'</s> [INST] | 'Why not?' said Harry quickly. 'I'll join, I want to join, I want to fight.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> 'No.'</s> [INST] | 'No.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 6> <s> It was not Mrs Weasley who spoke this time, but Lupin. The Order is comprised only of overage wizards,' he said. 'Wizards who have left school,' he added, as Fred and George opened their mouths. There are dangers involved of which you can have no idea, any of you... I think Molly's right, Sirius. We've said enough.'</s> [INST] | It was not Mrs Weasley who spoke this time, but Lupin. The Order is comprised only of overage wizards,' he said. 'Wizards who have left school,' he added, as Fred and George opened their mouths. There are dangers involved of which you can have no idea, any of you... I think Molly's right, Sirius. We've said enough.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> The Noble and Most</s> [INST] | The Noble and Most</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Ancient House of Black</s> [INST] | Ancient House of Black</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Mrs Weasley followed them upstairs looking grim. 'I want you all to go straight to bed, no talking,' she said as they reached the first landing, 'we've got a busy clay tomorrow.. 'Sleep tight,' said Fred, winking. Mrs Weasley closed the door behind Harry with a sharp snap. The bedroom looked, if anything, even danker and gloomier than it had on first sight. The blank picture on the wall was now breathing very slowly and deeply, as though its invisible occupant was asleep. 'Dumbledore doesn't want too many owls swooping around the square, thinks it'll look suspicious. Oh yeah... I forgot...'</s> [INST] | Mrs Weasley followed them upstairs looking grim. 'I want you all to go straight to bed, no talking,' she said as they reached the first landing, 'we've got a busy clay tomorrow.. 'Sleep tight,' said Fred, winking. Mrs Weasley closed the door behind Harry with a sharp snap. The bedroom looked, if anything, even danker and gloomier than it had on first sight. The blank picture on the wall was now breathing very slowly and deeply, as though its invisible occupant was asleep. 'Dumbledore doesn't want too many owls swooping around the square, thinks it'll look suspicious. Oh yeah... I forgot...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> He crossed to the door and bolted it. 'First night I was here he came wandering in at three in the morning. Trust me, you don't want to wake up and find him prowling around your room. Anyway.. 'Well, they didn't tell us much we couldn't have guessed, did they?' he said, thinking of all that had been said downstairs. -demon,' said Harry firmly. 'When are you going to start using his name? 'Yeah, you're right,' he said, 'we already knew nearly everything they told us, from using the Extendable Ears. The only new bit was - '</s> [INST] | He crossed to the door and bolted it. 'First night I was here he came wandering in at three in the morning. Trust me, you don't want to wake up and find him prowling around your room. Anyway.. 'Well, they didn't tell us much we couldn't have guessed, did they?' he said, thinking of all that had been said downstairs. -demon,' said Harry firmly. 'When are you going to start using his name? 'Yeah, you're right,' he said, 'we already knew nearly everything they told us, from using the Extendable Ears. The only new bit was - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Crack. There was a groan of bedsprings and Harry's mattress descended a few inches as George sat down near his feet. 'So, got there yet?' said George eagerly. The weapon Sirius mentioned?' said Harry. 'We didn't hear about that on the old Extendables, did we?'</s> [INST] | Crack. There was a groan of bedsprings and Harry's mattress descended a few inches as George sat down near his feet. 'So, got there yet?' said George eagerly. The weapon Sirius mentioned?' said Harry. 'We didn't hear about that on the old Extendables, did we?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'What d'you reckon it is?' said Harry. 'Could be anything,' said Fred. 'What's worse than death?'</s> [INST] | 'What d'you reckon it is?' said Harry. 'Could be anything,' said Fred. 'What's worse than death?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Maybe it's something that can kill loads of people at once,' suggested George. 'He's got the Cruciatus Curse for causing pain,' said Harry, 'he doesn't need anything more efficient than that.'</s> [INST] | 'Maybe it's something that can kill loads of people at once,' suggested George. 'He's got the Cruciatus Curse for causing pain,' said Harry, 'he doesn't need anything more efficient than that.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> There was a pause and Harry knew that the others, like him, were wondering what horrors this weapon could perpetrate. 'So who d'you think's got it now?' asked George. 'If it is, Dumbledore's probably keeping it,' said Fred. 'Hogwarts?'</s> [INST] | There was a pause and Harry knew that the others, like him, were wondering what horrors this weapon could perpetrate. 'So who d'you think's got it now?' asked George. 'If it is, Dumbledore's probably keeping it,' said Fred. 'Hogwarts?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Bet it is!' said George. 'Not necessarily,' said Fred. 'Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,' said George. 'Look at Ginny'</s> [INST] | 'Bet it is!' said George. 'Not necessarily,' said Fred. 'Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,' said George. 'Look at Ginny'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'What d'you mean?' said Harry. 'You've never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?'</s> [INST] | 'What d'you mean?' said Harry. 'You've never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Shhh!' said Fred, half-rising from the bed. 'Listen!'</s> [INST] | 'Shhh!' said Fred, half-rising from the bed. 'Listen!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> They fell silent. Footsteps were coming up the stairs. 'Mum,' said George and without further ado there was a loud crack and Harry felt the weight vanish from the end of his bed. A few seconds later, they heard the floorboard creak outside their door; Mrs Weasley was plainly listening to check whether or not they were talking. Hedwig and Pigwidgeon hooted dolefully. The floorboard creaked again and they heard her heading upstairs to check on Fred and George. Harry was sure he would not be able to fall asleep; the evening had been so packed with things to think about that he fully expected to lie awake for hours mulling it all over... in fact, many-legged creatures were cantering softly up and down outside the bedroom door, and Hagrid the Care of Magical Creatures teacher was saying, 'Beauties, aren'ti they, eh, Harry? We'll be studyin' weapons this term...' and Harry saw hat the creatures had cannons for heads and were wheeling to ace him... he ducked... The next thing he knew, he was curled into a warm ball under his bedclothes and George's loud voice was filling the room. The carpet exhaled little clouds of dust every time someone put their foot on it and the long, moss green velvet curtains were buzzing as though swarming with invisible bees. 'It's Doxycide. '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...'</s> [INST] | They fell silent. Footsteps were coming up the stairs. 'Mum,' said George and without further ado there was a loud crack and Harry felt the weight vanish from the end of his bed. A few seconds later, they heard the floorboard creak outside their door; Mrs Weasley was plainly listening to check whether or not they were talking. Hedwig and Pigwidgeon hooted dolefully. The floorboard creaked again and they heard her heading upstairs to check on Fred and George. Harry was sure he would not be able to fall asleep; the evening had been so packed with things to think about that he fully expected to lie awake for hours mulling it all over... in fact, many-legged creatures were cantering softly up and down outside the bedroom door, and Hagrid the Care of Magical Creatures teacher was saying, 'Beauties, aren'ti they, eh, Harry? We'll be studyin' weapons this term...' and Harry saw hat the creatures had cannons for heads and were wheeling to ace him... he ducked... The next thing he knew, he was curled into a warm ball under his bedclothes and George's loud voice was filling the room. The carpet exhaled little clouds of dust every time someone put their foot on it and the long, moss green velvet curtains were buzzing as though swarming with invisible bees. 'It's Doxycide. '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...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> He dropped the bag of rats into an armchair, then bent over to examine the locked cabinet which, Harry now noticed for the first time, was shaking slightly. 'Well, Molly, I'm pretty sure this is a Boggart,' said Sirius, peering through the keyhole, 'but perhaps we ought to let Mad-Eye have a shifty at it before we let it out - knowing my mother, it could be something much worse.'</s> [INST] | He dropped the bag of rats into an armchair, then bent over to examine the locked cabinet which, Harry now noticed for the first time, was shaking slightly. 'Well, Molly, I'm pretty sure this is a Boggart,' said Sirius, peering through the keyhole, 'but perhaps we ought to let Mad-Eye have a shifty at it before we let it out - knowing my mother, it could be something much worse.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Right you are, Sirius,' said Mrs Weasley. They were both speaking in carefully light, polite voices that told Harry quite plainly that neither had forgotten their disagreement of the night before. A loud, clanging bell sounded from downstairs, followed at once by the cacophony of screams and wails that had been triggered the previous night by Tonks knocking over the umbrella stand. 'I keep telling them not to ring the doorbell!' said Sirius exasperatedly, hurrying out of the room. They heard him thundering clown the stairs as Mrs Black's screeches echoed up through the house once more:</s> [INST] | 'Right you are, Sirius,' said Mrs Weasley. They were both speaking in carefully light, polite voices that told Harry quite plainly that neither had forgotten their disagreement of the night before. A loud, clanging bell sounded from downstairs, followed at once by the cacophony of screams and wails that had been triggered the previous night by Tonks knocking over the umbrella stand. 'I keep telling them not to ring the doorbell!' said Sirius exasperatedly, hurrying out of the room. They heard him thundering clown the stairs as Mrs Black's screeches echoed up through the house once more:</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Stains of dishonour, filthy half-breeds, blood traitors, children of flith...'</s> [INST] | 'Stains of dishonour, filthy half-breeds, blood traitors, children of flith...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Close the door, please, Harry,' said Mrs Weasley. Harry took as much time as he dared to close the drawing-room door; he wanted to listen to what was going on downstairs. Sirius had obviously managed to shut the curtains over his mothers portrait because she had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walking down the hall, then the clattering of the chain on the front door, and then a deep voice he recognised as Kingsley Shacklebolt's saying, 'Hestia's just relieved me, so she's got Moody's Cloak now, thought I'd leave a report for Dumbledore...'</s> [INST] | 'Close the door, please, Harry,' said Mrs Weasley. Harry took as much time as he dared to close the drawing-room door; he wanted to listen to what was going on downstairs. Sirius had obviously managed to shut the curtains over his mothers portrait because she had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walking down the hall, then the clattering of the chain on the front door, and then a deep voice he recognised as Kingsley Shacklebolt's saying, 'Hestia's just relieved me, so she's got Moody's Cloak now, thought I'd leave a report for Dumbledore...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Feeling Mrs Weasley's eyes on the back of his head, Harry regretfully closed the drawing-room door and rejoined the Doxy party. Mrs Weasley was bending over to check the page on Doxys in Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests, which was lying open on the sofa. 'Right, you lot, you need to be careful, because Doxys bite and their teeth are poisonous. I've got a bottle of antidote here, but I'd rather nobody needed it.'</s> [INST] | Feeling Mrs Weasley's eyes on the back of his head, Harry regretfully closed the drawing-room door and rejoined the Doxy party. Mrs Weasley was bending over to check the page on Doxys in Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests, which was lying open on the sofa. 'Right, you lot, you need to be careful, because Doxys bite and their teeth are poisonous. I've got a bottle of antidote here, but I'd rather nobody needed it.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> She straightened up, positioned herself squarely in front of the curtains and beckoned them all forward. 'When I say the word, start spraying immediately,' she said. They'll come flying out at us, I expect, but it says on the sprays one good squirt will paralyse them. When they're immobilized, just throw them in this bucket.'</s> [INST] | She straightened up, positioned herself squarely in front of the curtains and beckoned them all forward. 'When I say the word, start spraying immediately,' she said. They'll come flying out at us, I expect, but it says on the sprays one good squirt will paralyse them. When they're immobilized, just throw them in this bucket.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> She stepped carefully out of their line of fire, and raised her own spray. 'All right - squirt!'</s> [INST] | She stepped carefully out of their line of fire, and raised her own spray. 'All right - squirt!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Harry had been spraying only a few seconds when a fully-grown Doxy came soaring out of a fold in the material, shiny beetle-like wings whirring, tiny needle-sharp teeth bared, its fairy-like body covered with thick black hair and its four tiny fists clenched with fury. Harry caught it full in the face with a blast of Doxycide. It froze in midair and fell, with a surprisingly loud thunk, on to the worn carpet below. Harry picked it up and threw it in the bucket. 'Fred, what are you doing?' said Mrs Weasley sharply. 'Spray that at once and throw it away!'</s> [INST] | Harry had been spraying only a few seconds when a fully-grown Doxy came soaring out of a fold in the material, shiny beetle-like wings whirring, tiny needle-sharp teeth bared, its fairy-like body covered with thick black hair and its four tiny fists clenched with fury. Harry caught it full in the face with a blast of Doxycide. It froze in midair and fell, with a surprisingly loud thunk, on to the worn carpet below. Harry picked it up and threw it in the bucket. 'Fred, what are you doing?' said Mrs Weasley sharply. 'Spray that at once and throw it away!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Harry looked round. Fred was holding a struggling Doxy between his forefinger and thumb. 'Right-o,' Fred said brightly, spraying the Doxy quickly in the face so that it fainted, but the moment Mrs Weasley's back was turned he pocketed it with a wink. 'We want to experiment with Doxy venom for our Skiving Snackboxes,' George told Harry under his breath. Deftly spraying two Doxys at once as they soared straight for his nose, Harry moved closer to George and muttered out of the corner of his mouth, 'What are Skiving Snackboxes?'</s> [INST] | Harry looked round. Fred was holding a struggling Doxy between his forefinger and thumb. 'Right-o,' Fred said brightly, spraying the Doxy quickly in the face so that it fainted, but the moment Mrs Weasley's back was turned he pocketed it with a wink. 'We want to experiment with Doxy venom for our Skiving Snackboxes,' George told Harry under his breath. Deftly spraying two Doxys at once as they soared straight for his nose, Harry moved closer to George and muttered out of the corner of his mouth, 'What are Skiving Snackboxes?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Range of sweets to make you ill,' George whispered, keeping a wary eye on Mrs Weasley's back. 'Not seriously ill, mind, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. Fred and I have been developing them this summer. They're double-ended, colour-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half - '</s> [INST] | 'Range of sweets to make you ill,' George whispered, keeping a wary eye on Mrs Weasley's back. 'Not seriously ill, mind, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. Fred and I have been developing them this summer. They're double-ended, colour-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s>'" - which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom." That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway,' whispered Fred, who had edged over out of Mrs Weasley's line of vision and was now sweeping a few stray Doxys from the floor and adding them to his pocket. 'But they still need a bit of work. At the moment our testers are having a bit of trouble stopping themselves puking long enough to swallow the purple end.'</s> [INST] | ' " - which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom." That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway,' whispered Fred, who had edged over out of Mrs Weasley's line of vision and was now sweeping a few stray Doxys from the floor and adding them to his pocket. 'But they still need a bit of work. At the moment our testers are having a bit of trouble stopping themselves puking long enough to swallow the purple end.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Testers?'</s> [INST] | Testers?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Us,' said Fred. 'We take it in turns. George did the Fainting Fancies - we both tried the Nosebleed Nougat - '</s> [INST] | 'Us,' said Fred. 'We take it in turns. George did the Fainting Fancies - we both tried the Nosebleed Nougat - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Mum thought we'd been duelling,' said George. 'Joke shop still on, then?' Harry muttered, pretending to be adjusting the nozzle on his spray. 'Well, we haven't had a chance to get premises yet,' said Fred, dropping his voice even lower as Mrs Weasley mopped her brow with her scarf before returning to the attack,'so we're running it as a mail-order service at the moment. We put advertisements in the Daily Prophet last week.'</s> [INST] | 'Mum thought we'd been duelling,' said George. 'Joke shop still on, then?' Harry muttered, pretending to be adjusting the nozzle on his spray. 'Well, we haven't had a chance to get premises yet,' said Fred, dropping his voice even lower as Mrs Weasley mopped her brow with her scarf before returning to the attack,'so we're running it as a mail-order service at the moment. We put advertisements in the Daily Prophet last week.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'All thanks to you, mate,' said George. 'But don't worry... Mum hasn't got a clue. She won't read the Daily Prophet any more, 'cause of it telling lies about you and Dumbledore.'</s> [INST] | 'All thanks to you, mate,' said George. 'But don't worry... Mum hasn't got a clue. She won't read the Daily Prophet any more, 'cause of it telling lies about you and Dumbledore.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> Harry grinned. He had forced the Weasley twins to take the thousand Galleons prize money he had won in the Triwizard Tournament to help them realise their ambition to open a joke shop, but he was still glad to know that his part in furthering their plans was unknown to Mrs Weasley. She did not think running a joke shop was a suitable career for two of her sons. The de-Doxying of the curtains took most of the morning. It was past midday when Mrs Weasley finally removed her protective scarf, sank into a sagging armchair and sprang up again with a cry of disgust, having sat on the bag of dead rats. The curtains were no longer buzzing; they hung limp and damp from the intensive spraying. At the foot of them unconscious Doxys lay crammed in the bucket beside a bowl of their black eggs, at which Crook-shanks was now sniffing and Fred and George were shooting covetous looks. 'I think we'll tackle (hose after lunch.' Mrs Weasley pointed at the dusty glass-fronted cabinets standing on either side of the mantelpiece. They were crammed with an odd assortment of objects: a selection of rusty daggers, claws, a coiled snakeskin, a number of tarnished silver boxes inscribed with languages Harry could lot understand and, least pleasant of all, an ornate crystal bottle with a large opal set into the stopper, full of what Harry was quite sure was blood. The clanging doorbell rang again. Everyone looked at Mrs Weasley</s> [INST] | Harry grinned. He had forced the Weasley twins to take the thousand Galleons prize money he had won in the Triwizard Tournament to help them realise their ambition to open a joke shop, but he was still glad to know that his part in furthering their plans was unknown to Mrs Weasley. She did not think running a joke shop was a suitable career for two of her sons. The de-Doxying of the curtains took most of the morning. It was past midday when Mrs Weasley finally removed her protective scarf, sank into a sagging armchair and sprang up again with a cry of disgust, having sat on the bag of dead rats. The curtains were no longer buzzing; they hung limp and damp from the intensive spraying. At the foot of them unconscious Doxys lay crammed in the bucket beside a bowl of their black eggs, at which Crook-shanks was now sniffing and Fred and George were shooting covetous looks. 'I think we'll tackle (hose after lunch.' Mrs Weasley pointed at the dusty glass-fronted cabinets standing on either side of the mantelpiece. They were crammed with an odd assortment of objects: a selection of rusty daggers, claws, a coiled snakeskin, a number of tarnished silver boxes inscribed with languages Harry could lot understand and, least pleasant of all, an ornate crystal bottle with a large opal set into the stopper, full of what Harry was quite sure was blood. The clanging doorbell rang again. Everyone looked at Mrs Weasley</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Stay here,' she said firmly, snatching up the bag of rats as Mrs Blacks screeches started up again from down below. 'I'll bring up some sandwiches.'</s> [INST] | 'Stay here,' she said firmly, snatching up the bag of rats as Mrs Blacks screeches started up again from down below. 'I'll bring up some sandwiches.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> She left the room, closing the door carefully behind her. At once, everyone dashed over to the window to look down on the doorstep. They could see the top of an unkempt gingery head and a suck of precariously balanced cauldrons. 'What's he brought all those cauldrons for?'</s> [INST] | She left the room, closing the door carefully behind her. At once, everyone dashed over to the window to look down on the doorstep. They could see the top of an unkempt gingery head and a suck of precariously balanced cauldrons. 'What's he brought all those cauldrons for?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Probably looking for a safe place to keep them,' said Harry. 'Isn't that what he was doing the night he was supposed to be tailing me? Picking up dodgy cauldrons?'</s> [INST] | 'Probably looking for a safe place to keep them,' said Harry. 'Isn't that what he was doing the night he was supposed to be tailing me? Picking up dodgy cauldrons?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Yeah, you're right!' said Fred, as the front door opened; Mundungus heaved his cauldrons through it and disappeared from view. 'Blimey, Mum won't like that...'</s> [INST] | 'Yeah, you're right!' said Fred, as the front door opened; Mundungus heaved his cauldrons through it and disappeared from view. 'Blimey, Mum won't like that...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> He and George crossed to the door and stood beside it, listening closely. Mrs Black's screaming had stopped. 'Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley,' Fred muttered, frowning with concentration. 'Can't hear properly... d'you reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears?'</s> [INST] | He and George crossed to the door and stood beside it, listening closely. Mrs Black's screaming had stopped. 'Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley,' Fred muttered, frowning with concentration. 'Can't hear properly... d'you reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'Might be worth it,' said George. 'I could sneak upstairs and get a pair - '</s> [INST] | 'Might be worth it,' said George. 'I could sneak upstairs and get a pair - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> But at that precise moment there was an explosion of sound from downstairs that rendered Extendable Ears quite unnecessary. All of them could hear exactly what Mrs Weasley was shouting at the top of her voice. 'WE ARE NOT RUNNING A HIDEOUT FOR STOLEN GOODS!'</s> [INST] | But at that precise moment there was an explosion of sound from downstairs that rendered Extendable Ears quite unnecessary. All of them could hear exactly what Mrs Weasley was shouting at the top of her voice. 'WE ARE NOT RUNNING A HIDEOUT FOR STOLEN GOODS!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> 'I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else,' said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face as he opened the door an inch or so to allow Mrs Weasley's voice to permeate the room better, 'it makes such a nice change.'</s> [INST] | 'I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else,' said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face as he opened the door an inch or so to allow Mrs Weasley's voice to permeate the room better, 'it makes such a nice change.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s>'- COMPLETELY IRRESPONSIBLE, AS IF WE HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITHOUT YOU DRAGGING STOLEN CAULDRONS INTO THE HOUSE - '</s> [INST] | ' - COMPLETELY IRRESPONSIBLE, AS IF WE HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITHOUT YOU DRAGGING STOLEN CAULDRONS INTO THE HOUSE - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 7> <s> The idiots are letting her get into her stride,' said George, shaking his head. 'You've got to head her off early otherwise she builds up a head of steam and goes on for hours. And she's been dying to have a go at Mundungus ever since he sneaked off when he was supposed to be following you, Harry - and there goes Sirius's mum again.'</s> [INST] | The idiots are letting her get into her stride,' said George, shaking his head. 'You've got to head her off early otherwise she builds up a head of steam and goes on for hours. And she's been dying to have a go at Mundungus ever since he sneaked off when he was supposed to be following you, Harry - and there goes Sirius's mum again.'</s></s> |