Fei Little Beard squeezed in crabwise, closed the door quietly and tiptoed across to the desk where Wu Sun-fu was sitting."Yes, there's some," he muttered timidly, looking down at the floor.
" You all remember, " said the Controller, in his strong deep voice, " you all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk. History, " he repeated slowly, " is bunk."
But when he tapped the third time there was a noise like a small earthquake from inside and a sort of door opened and out came three brown bears, very bulgy indeed and blinking their little eyes.
Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit 'n' Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs Figg, a batty cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk, amble slowly past.
Her half-finished antidote, comprising fifty-two ingredients including a chunk of her own hair, bubbled sluggishly behind Slughorn, who had eyes for nobody but Harry.