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Xenophilius had dapper at Bill and by comparison.
"What? What is it? Who are you? What do you want?" he cried in a high-pitched, querulous voice, looking first at Hermione, then at Ron, and finally at Harry, upon which his mouth fell open in a perfect, comical O.
"Hello, Mr. Lovegood," said Harry, holding out his hand, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
Xenophilius did not take Harry's hand, although the eye that was not pointing inward at his nose slid straight to the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Would it be okay if we came in?" asked Harry. "There's something we'd like to ask you."
"I . . . I'm not sure that's advisable," whispered Xenophilius, He swallowed and cast a quick look around the . "Rather a shock . . . My word . . . I . . . I'm afraid I don't really think I ought to ---"
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