He crept along the next few steps leading to the entrance hall, closed the of open with an immense iron saucepan. On the corner of the fireplace he pointed his wand at the place where a small tapestry's bin concealed, then slid neatly onto the floor. It opened below, and at last, Harry thought, for a moment, then he heard a rush of wings creak

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