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"No," said Harry frantically. "That voice!"
Hagrid was bustling around making them tea. His boarhound, Fang, was slobbering over Harry.
* 3-2o *
"What's that thing - hanging underneath?" said Ron, a slight quiver in his voice.
Harry's whole body went numb. Dumbledore was looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them, and
A moving, black-and-white Lockhart was tugging hard on an arm Harry recognized as his own. He was pleased to see that his photographic self was putting up a good fight and refusing to be dragged into view. As Harry watched, Lockhart gave up and slumped, panting, against the white edge of the picture.
"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling," said Mr. Malfoy.
"You'd better get out of here, Harry," said Nick quickly. "Filch isn't in a good mood - he's got the flu and some third years accidentally plastered frog brains all over the ceiling in dungeon five. He's been cleaning all morning, and if he sees you dripping mud all over the place -"
The Hogwarts Express was streaking along below them like a scarlet snake.
Every year, this aged old hat, patched, frayed, and dirty, sorted new students into the four Hogwarts houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin). Harry well remembered putting it on, exactly one year ago, and waiting, petrified, for its decision as it muttered aloud in his ear. For a few horrible seconds he had feared that the hat was going to put him in Slytherin, the house that had turned out more Dark witches and wizards than any other -but he had ended up in Gryffindor, along with Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys. Last term, Harry and Ron had helped Gryffindor win the House Championship, beating Slytherin for the first time in seven years.
"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.
"That's just it. I can't remember," said Hermione, biting her lip. "And I can't find the story anywhere else -"
"Mail's due any minute - I think Gran's sending a few things I forgot."