There was a long quiet in the office, broken only by the tiny puffs and whistles of the fiddly things, which after enough time had come to seem like silence.
"Dear me," said the old wizard, "I
"
The old wizard sighed. This was taking it too far. "Tell me, Harry. Did it even
"I did it without telling any direct lies, and since we're talking about Draco Malfoy here, I think the word you're looking for is
The old wizard shook his head in despair. "And
The long, narrow tunnel of rough stone, unlit except by a child's wand, seemed to stretch on for miles.
The reason for this was simple: It
The time was three in the morning, and Fred and George were starting the long way down the secret passage that led from a statue of a one-eyed witch in Hogwarts, to the cellar of the Honeydukes candyshop in Hogsmeade.
"How's it doing?" said Fred in a low voice.
(Not that there'd be anyone listening, but there was something odd about talking in a normal voice when you were going through a secret passage.)
"Still on the fritz," said George.
"Both, or -"
"Intermittent one fixed itself again. Other one's same as ever."
The Map was an extraordinarily powerful artifact, capable of tracking every sentient being on the school grounds, in real time, by name. Almost certainly, it had been created during the original raising of Hogwarts. It was
And the Weasley twins weren't about to turn the Map over to Dumbledore. It would have been an unforgivable insult to the Marauders - the four unknowns who'd managed to steal part of the
Some might have considered it disrespectful.
Some might have considered it criminal.
The Weasley twins firmly believed that if Godric Gryffindor had been around to see it, he would have approved.
The brothers walked on and on and on, mostly in silence. The Weasley twins talked to each other when they were thinking through new pranks, or when one of them knew something the other didn't. Otherwise there wasn't much point. If they already knew the same information, they tended to think the same thoughts and make the same decisions.
(Back in the old days, whenever magical identical twins were born, it had been the custom to kill one of them after birth.)
In time, Fred and George clambered out into a dusty cellar, strewn with barrels and racks of strange ingredients.
Fred and George waited. It wouldn't have been polite to do anything else.
Before too long a thin old man in black pajamas clambered down the steps that led into the cellar, yawning. "Hello, boys," said Ambrosius Flume. "I wasn't expecting you tonight. Out of stock already?"
Fred and George decided that Fred would speak.
"Not exactly, Mr. Flume," said Fred. "We were hoping you could help us with something considerably more... interesting."
"Now, boys," said Flume, sounding severe, "I hope you didn't wake me up just so I could tell you again that I'm not selling you any merchandise that could get you into real trouble. Not until you're sixteen, anyways -"
George drew forth an item from his robes, and wordlessly passed it to Flume. "Have you seen this?" said Fred.
Flume looked at yesterday's edition of the
"I can't believe that Malfoy," Flume snapped. "Going after the boy when he's only eleven! The man ought to be ground up and used to make chocolates!"
Fred and George blinked in unison.
Fred and George exchanged glances. Well, Harry didn't
"Mr. Flume," Fred said quietly, "the Boy-Who-Lived needs your help."
Flume looked at them both.