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"Lucky," said Ron suddenly. "Harry, that's it — get lucky!"
I know you're not supposed to be out that late, but you can use the cloak.
Harry did not need telling twice; he and Hermione both hurried off; Hagrid's and Filch's raised voices echoed behind them as they ran. They passed Peeves near the turning into Gryffindor Tower, but he was streaking happily toward the source of the yelling, cackling and calling,
Harry was in a state of great anticipation over breakfast the following morning; he had a free period before Defense Against the Dark Arts and was determined to spend it trying to get into the Room of Requirement. Hermione was rather ostentatiously showing no interest in his whispered plans for forcing entry into the room, which irritated Harry, because he thought she might be a lot of help if she wanted to.
"Sort of fell apart, yeah," said Harry.
"I brought you flowers," he said quietly, producing a bunch of roses from nowhere.
'Harry,' he mumbled. 'This is very early for a call ... I generally sleep late on a Saturday ..."
"I think it'll be part of the magic of the room," said Hermione. "If you need it to be unplottable, it will be."
"I thought you lived in that girls' bathroom?" said Harry, who had been careful to give the place a wide berth for some years now.
'It was on my birthday!' he said, 'i was looking forward to that!'
"Look," he said quietly, leaning forward and putting a hand on the Daily Prophet, which she had just removed from a post owl, to stop her from opening it and vanishing behind it. "I haven't for-gotten about Slughorn, but I haven't got a clue how to get that memory off him, and until I get a brain wave why shouldn't I find out what Malfoy's doing?"
Voldemort sneered. "If you do not want to give me a job —"
She pushed past Harry and disappeared down the spiral staircase; they heard her stumble halfway down, and Harry guessed that she had tripped over one of her trailing shawls.
"Harry Potter?" said the girl. "I was asked to give you this."
"There's been a boy in here crying?" said Harry curiously. "A young boy?"
Ginny and Demelza scored a goal apiece, giving the red-and-gold-clad supporters below something to cheer about. Then Cadwallader scored again, making things level, but Luna did not seem to have noticed; she appeared singularly uninterested in such mundane things as the score, and kept attempting to draw the crowd's attention to such things as interestingly shaped clouds and the possibility that Zacharias Smith, who had so far failed to maintain possession of the Quaffle for longer than a minute, was suffering from something called "Loser's Lurgy.",