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"Pig snout," they said and entered.
"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move -- you'll get us all into trouble."
"They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air."
It was stifling hot inside. Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate. Hagrid made them tea and offered them stoat sandwiches, which they refused.
"Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"
"You what?" Hagrid looked shocked. "Listen here -- I've told yeh -- drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."
Wood cleared his throat for silence.
"Oh, honestly, don't you two read? Look -- read that, there."
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
"No -- Charlie -- your brother, Charlie. In Romania. Studying dragons. We could send Norbert to him. Charlie can take care of him and then put him back in the wild!"
"Wish McGonagall favored us, " said Harry. Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, but it hadn't stopped her from giving them a huge pile of homework the day before.
Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.
"Just let him go," Harry urged. "Set him free."
"How can it? All my family are dead -- let me have another look --"
Harry and Hermione tried to calm Ron down.
Once the holidays had started, Ron and Harry were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork -- bread, English muffins, marshmallows -- and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk about even if they wouldn't work.
It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waved madly at the other three to follow him as quickly as possible; they scurried silently toward the door, away from Filch's voice. Neville's robes had barely whipped round the corner when they heard Filch enter the trophy room.,