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"Rubbish!" said Hagrid. "Why should he?"
"Never mind that now," said Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this...."
"Sir -- Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"
Hagrid bit his lip.
"GET OUT! OUT!"
"You, too," said Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"
Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.
nearly always win. That's why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages -- I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep. "Well, that's it -- any questions?"
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'
Professor McGonagall peered sternly over her glasses at Harry.
He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he'd touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air -- she and the others existed only in the mirror.
"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please."
"Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?" he asked excitedly.
Ron snapped. Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then clambered over the back of his seat to help.
No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.。