e street. for some reaso of the cat
seemed to amuse him. he chud muttered, ”i should have known.”
he found what he was looking for in his i. it seemed
to be a silver cigarette lighter. he flicked it ope up
in the air, ahe lamp went out with
a little pop. he clicked it agai lamp flito
darkimes he clicked the put-outer, until the only
lights left oreet were two tiny pinpri the
distance, which were the eyes of the cat watg him. if anyone
looked out of their , even beady-eyed mrs. dursley,
they wouldo see anything that ening down on
the pavement. dumbledore slipped the put-outer baside his
d set off dowoward number four, where he sat
down on the wall he cat. he didnt look at it, but after
a momeo it.
”fang you here, prall.”
he turo smile at the tabby, but it had goead he
was smiling at a rather severe-looking earing square
glasses exactly the shape s the cat had had around
its eyes. she, too, was wearing a erald one. her black
hair was drawn into a tight bun. she looked distinctly ruffled.
”how did you know it was me?” she asked.
”my dear professor, i ve sit so stiffly.”
”youd be stiff if youd been sitting on a brick wall all day,”
said prall.
”all day? when you could have beeing? i must have
passed a dozes and parties on my way here.”
prall sniffed angrily.
”oh yes, everyones g, all right,” she said
impatiently. ”youd think theyd be a bit more careful, but
he muggles have hings going on. it
was on their news.” she jerked her head back at the dursleys
dark living-room window. ”i heard it. flocks of owls... shooting
stars.... well, theyre upid. they were bound to
hing. shooting stars dow -- ill bet that was