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But now they came back to him and made him wonder. Voldemorts anger would make sense if he was no nearer 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 Rons voice and Harry came back to his senses just in time to clamber through the portrait call of hoodie designs into the common 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 Potions book and set to work to finish his essay, though he was only pretending to concentrate and, by the time that Ron said he was going to bed too, had written hardly anything. 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