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"All righ', Harry?" he said, pulling up the balaclava so he could speak. "Why aren't yeh in class?"
And he strode off, the back of his neck as red as Ron's ears.
"I spoke a different language? But - I didn't realize - how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?"
She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Harry and Ron right behind her.
Harry moved automatically toward Hermione.
They heard the lock slide back and Hermione emerged, sobbing, her robes pulled up over her head.
"That could go seriously wrong -"
"You wanted to see me, Professor Dippet?" said Riddle. He looked nervous.
When everyone had taken a swig of antidote and the various swellings had subsided, Snape swept over to Goyle's cauldron and scooped out the twisted black remains of the firework. There was a sudden hush.
They could hardly see for the thick black smoke issuing from the stall in which Hermione was stirring the cauldron. Pulling their robes up over their faces, Harry and Ron knocked softly on the door.
"Oh, hello, Harry," he said. "Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup you earned fifty points!"
"Percy," Ron corrected him automatically.
`= even more work for me! Mopping all night, like I haven't got enough to do! No, this is the final straw, I'm going to Dumbledore -"
"I've already got mine!" said Hermione brightly, pulling a tiny bottle out of her pocket and showing them the single hair inside it. "Remember Millicent Bulstrode wrestling with me at the Dueling Club? She left this on my robes when she was trying to strangle me! And she's gone home for Christmas - so I'll just have to tell the Slytherins I've decided to come back."