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　　　〃What　are　you　doing？〃　said　Harry　curiously。　〃How　e　you're　not　going　to　Hogsmeade？〃
　　　〃We've　e　to　give　you　a　bit　of　festive　cheer　before　we　go；〃　said　Fred；　with　a　mysterious　wink。　〃e　in　here。。。〃
　　　He　nodded　toward　an　empty　classroom　to　the　left　of　the　one…eyed　statue。　Harry　followed　Fred　and　George　inside。　George　closed　the　door　quietly　and　then　turned；　beaming；　to　look　at　Harry。
　　　〃Early　Christmas　present　for　you；　Harry；〃　he　said。
　　　Fred　pulled　something　from　inside　his　cloak　with　a　flourish　and　laid　it　on　one　of　the　desks。　It　was　a　large；　square；　very　worn　piece　of　parchment　with　nothing　written　on　it。　Harry；　suspecting　one　of　Fred　and　George's　jokes；　stared　at　it。
　　　〃What's　that　supposed　to　be？〃
　　　〃This；　Harry；　is　the　secret　of　our　success；〃　said　George；　patting　the　parchment　fondly。
　　　〃It's　a　wrench；　giving　it　to　you；〃　said　Fred；　〃but　we　decided　last　night；　your　need's　greater　than　ours。〃
　　　〃Anyway；　we　know　it　by　heart；〃　said　George。　〃We　bequeath　it　to　you。　We　don't　really　need　it　anymore。〃
　　　〃And　what　do　I　need　with　a　bit　of　old　parchment？〃　said　Harry。
　　　〃A　bit　of　old　parchment！〃　said　Fred；　closing　his　eyes　with　a　grimace　as　though　Harry　had　mortally　offended　him。　〃Explain；　George。〃
　　　〃Well。。。　when　we　were　in　our　first　year；　Harry…young；　carefree；　and　innocent　…〃
　　　Harry　snorted。　He　doubted　whether　Fred　and　George　had　ever　been　innocent。
　　　〃Well；　more　innocent　than　we　are　now…we　got　into　a　spot　of　bother　with　Filch。〃
　　　〃We　let　off　a　Dungbomb　in　the　corridor　and　it　upset　him　for　some　reason　…〃
　　　〃So　he　hauled　us　off　to　his　office　and　started　threatening　us　with　the　usual　…〃　detention　disembowelment　and　we　couldn't　help　noticing　a　drawer　in　one　of　his　filing　cabinets　marked　Confiscated　and　Highly　Dangerous。
　　　〃Don't　tell　me　…〃　said　Harry；　starting　to　grin。
　　　〃Well；　what　would　you've　done？〃　said　Fred。　〃George　caused　a　diversion　by　dropping　another　Dungbomb；　I　whipped　the　drawer　open；　and　grabbed…this。〃
　　　〃It's　not　as　bad　as　it　sounds；　you　know；〃　said　George。　〃We　don't　reckon　Filch　ever　found　out　how　to　work　it。　He　probably　suspected　what　it　was；　though；　or　he　wouldn't　have　confiscated　it。〃
　　　〃And　you　know　how　to　work　it？〃
　　　〃Oh　yes；〃　said　Fred；　smirking。　〃This　little　beauty's　taught　us　more　than　all　the　teachers　in　this　school。〃
　　　〃You're　winding　me　up；〃　said　Harry；　looking　at　the　ragged　old　bit　of　parchment。
　　　〃Oh；　are　we？〃　said　George。
　　　He　took　out　his　wand；　touched　the　parchment　lightly；　and　said；　〃I　solemnly　swear　that　I　am　up　to　no　good。〃
　　　And　at　once；　thin　ink　lines　began　to　spread　like　a　spider's　web　from　the　point　that　George's　wand　had　touched。　They　joined　each　other；　they　crisscrossed；　they　fanned　into　every　corner　of　the　parchment；　then　words　began　to　blossom　across　the　top；　great；　curly　green　words；　that　proclaimed：
　　　Messrs。　Moony；　Wormtail；　Padfoot；　and　Prongs
　　　Purveyors　of　Aids　to　Magical　Mischief…Makers　are　proud　to　present　THE　MARAUDER'S　MAP
　　　It　was　a　map　showing　every　detail　of　the　Hogwarts　castle　and　grounds。　But　the　truly　remarkable　thing　were　the　tiny　ink　dots　moving　around　it；　each　labeled　with　a　name　in　minuscule　writing。　Astounded；　Harry　bent　over　it。　A　labeled　dot　in　the　top　left　corner　showed　that　Professor　Dumbledore　was　pacing　his　study；　the　caretaker's　cat；　Mrs。　Norris；　was　prowling　the　second　floor；　and　Peeves　the　Poltergeist　was　currently　bouncing　around　the　trophy　room。　And　as　Harry's　eyes　traveled　up　and　down　the　familiar　corridors；　he　noticed　something　else。
　　　This　map　showed　a　set　of　passages　he　had　never　entered。　And　many　of　them　seemed　to　lead　…
　　　〃Right　into　Hogsmeade；〃　said　Fred；　tracing　one　of　them　with　his　finger。　〃There　are　seven　in　all。　Now；　Filch　knows　about　these　four〃…he　pointed　them　out…〃but　we're　sure　we're　the　only　ones　who　know　about　these。　Don't　bother　with　the　one　behind　the　mirror　on　the　fourth　floor。　We　used　it　until　last　winter；　but　it's　caved　in…pletely　blocked。　And　we　don't　reckon　anyone's　ever　used　this　one；　because　the　Whomping　Willow's　planted　right　over　the　entrance。　But　this　one　here；　this　one　leads　right　into　the　cellar　of　Honeydukes。　We've　used　it　loads　of　times。　And　as　you　might've　noticed；　the　entrance　is　right　outside　this　room；　through　that　one…eyed　old　crone's　hump。〃
　　　〃Moony；　Wormtaill　Padfoot；　and　Prongs；〃　sighed　George；　patting　the　heading　of　the　map。　〃We　owe　them　so　much。〃
　　　〃Noble　men；　working　tirelessly　to　help　a　new　generation　of　lawbreakers；〃　said　Fred　solemnly。
　　　〃Right；〃　said　George　briskly。　〃Don't　forget　to　wipe　it　after　you've　used　it　or　anyone　can　read　it；〃　Fred　said　warningly。
　　　〃Just　tap　it　again　and　say；　'Mischief　managed！'　And　it'll　go　blank。〃
　　　〃So；　young　Harry；〃　said　Fred；　in　an　uncanny　impersonation　of　Percy；　〃mind　you　behave　yourself。〃
　　　〃See　you　in　Honeydukes；〃　said　George；　winking。
　　　They　left　the　room；　both　smirking　in　a　satisfied　sort　of　way。
　　　Harry　stood　there；　gazing　at　the　miraculous　map。　He　watched　the　tiny　ink　Mrs。　Norris　turn　left　and　pause　to　sniff　at　something　on　the　floor。　If　Filch　really　didn't　know。。。　he　wouldn't　have　to　pass　the　dementors　at　all。。。
　　　But　even　as　he　stood　there；　flooded　with　excitement；　something　Harry　had　once　heard　Mr。　Weasley　say　came　floating　out　of　his　memory。
　　　Never　trust　anything　that　can　think　for　itself；　if　you　can't　see　where　it　keeps　its　brain。
　　　This　map　was　one　of　those　dangerous　magical　objects　Mr。　Weasley　had　been　warning　against。。。　Aids　for　Magical　Mischief　Makers。。。　but　then；　Harry　reasoned；　he　only　wanted　to　use　it　to　get　into　Hogsmeade；　it　wasn't　as　though　he　wanted　to　steal　anything　or　attack　anyone。。。　and　Fred　and　George　had　been　using　it　for　years　without　anything　horrible　happening。。。
　　　Harry　traced　the　secret　passage　to　Honeydukes　with　his　finger。
　　　Then；　quite　suddenly；　as　though　following　orders；　he　rolled　up　the　map；　stuffed　it　inside　his　robes；　and　hurried　to　the　door　of　the　classroom。　He　opened　it　a　couple　of　inches。　There　was　no　one　outside。　Very　carefully；　he　edged　out　of　the　room　and　behind　the　statue　of　the　one…eyed　witch。
　　　What　did　he　have　to　do？　He　pulled　out　the　map　again　and　saw　to　his　astonishment；　that　a　new　ink　figure　had　appeared　upon　it；　labeled　Harry　Potter。　This　figure　was　standing　exactly　where　the　real　Harry　was　standing；　about　halfway　down　the　third…floor　corridor。
　　　Harry　watched　carefully。　His　little　Ink　self　appeared　to　be　tapping　the　witch　with　his　minute　wand。　Harry　quickly　took　out　his　real　wand　and　tapped　the　statue。　Nothing　happened。　He　looked　back　at　the　map。　The　tiniest　speech　bubble　had　appeared　next　to　his　figure。　The　word　inside　said；　〃Dissendium。〃
　　　〃Dissendium！〃　Harry　whispered；　tapping　the　stone　witch　again。
　　　At　once；　the　statue's　hump　opened　wide　enough　to　admit　a　fairly　thin　person。　Harry　glanced　quickly　up　and　down　the　corridor；　then　tucked　the　map　away　again；　hoisted　himself　into　the　hole　headfirst；　and　pushed　himself　forward。
　　　He　slid　a　considerable　way　down　what　felt　like　a　stone　slide；　then　landed　on　cold；　damp　earth。　He　stood　up；　looking　around。　It　was
　　　pitch　dark。　He　held　up　his　wand；　muttered；　〃Lumos！　〃　and　saw　that　he　was　in　a　very　narrow；　low；　earthy　passageway。　He　raised　the　map；　tapped　it　with　the　tip　of　his　wand；　and　muttered；　〃Mischief　managed！〃　The　map　went　blank　at　once。　He　folded　it　carefully；　tucked　it　inside　his　robes；　then；　heart　beating　fast；　both　excited　and　apprehensive；　he　set　off。
　　　The　passage　twisted　and　turned；　more　like　the　burrow　of　a　giant　rabbit　than　anything　else。　Harry　hurried　along　it；　stumbling　now　and　then　on　the　uneven　floor；　holding　his　wand　out　in　front　of　him。
　　　It　took　ages；　but　Harry　had　the　thought　of　Honeydukes　to　sustain　him。　After　what　felt　like　an　hour；　the　passage　began　to　rise。　Panting；　Harry　sped　up；　his　face　hot；　his　feet　very　cold。
　　　Ten　minutes　later；　he　came　to　the　foot　of　some　worn　stone　steps；　which　rose　out　of　sight　above　him。　Careful　not　to　make　any　noise；　Harry　began　to　climb。　A　hundred　steps；　two　hundred　steps；　he　lost　count　as　he　climbed；　watching　his　feet。。。　Then；　without　warning；　his　head　hit　something　hard。
　　　It　seemed　to　be　a　trapdoor。　Harry　stood　there；　massaging　the　top　of　his　head；　listening。　He　couldn't　hear　any　sounds　above　him。　Very　slowly；　he　pushed　the　trapdoor　open　and　peered　over　the　edge。
　　　He　was　in　a　cellar；　which　was　full　of　wooden　crates　and　boxes。　Harry　climbed　out　of　the　trapdoor　and　replaced　it…it　blended　so　perfectly　with　the　dusty　floor　that　it　was　impossible　to　tell　it　was　there。　Harry　crept　slowly　toward　the　wooden　staircase　that　led　upstairs。　Now　he　could　definitely　hear　voices；　not　to　mention　the　tinkle　of　a　bell　and　the　opening　and　shutting　of　a　door。
　　　Wondering　what　he　ought　to　do；　he　suddenly　heard　a　door　open　much　closer　at　hand；　somebody　was　about　to　e　downstairs。
　　　〃And　get　another　box　of　Jelly　Slugs；　dear；　they've　nearly　cleaned　us　out　…〃　said　a　woman's　voice。
　　　A　pair　of　feet　was　ing　down　the　staircase。　Harry　leapt　behind　an　enormous　crate　and　waited　for　the　footsteps　to　pass。　He　heard　the　man　shifting　boxes　against　the　opposite　wall。　He　might　not　get　another　chance　…
　　　Quickly　and　silently；　Harry　dodged　out　from　his　hiding　place　and　climbed　the　stairs；　looking　back；　he　saw　an　enormous　backside　and　shiny　bald　head；　buried　in　a　box。