Harry threw himself into a chair beside Ron, his high spirits ebbing away. Hermione seemed to read his mind.
¡°No,¡± said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely grave. ¡°They've pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to try and find him, but no luck so far.¡±
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Ernie Prang, an elderly wizard wearing very thick glasses, nodded to Harry, who nervously flattened his bangs again and sat down on his bed.