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Albus didn't dare look into Molly's eyes. "We wouldn't have heard the conversation if Scorpius hadn't improved uncle George's ear. He had left one by the bar, said it was there where people would talk about the most forbidden stuff. And one day not long ago, the owner of the tavern, I mean Aberforth, he was washing some glasses, and that was unusual, he had never been too keen  on  cleanliness, see? Well, a very small hooded creature had come from behind the bar and it tooks a seat and we couldn't see his face but Aberforth, Mr Dumbledore I mean... he looked very pleased to see him.
Molly Weasley: "did he mention a name?"
Albus nodded. "He called him "Dobby".