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"It's because of you, Percy," said George
seriously. "And they're be little flags on the hoods, with HB on
them--"
"for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.
Everyone except Percy and
Mrs. Weasley snorted in their pudding.
"I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said
out loud.
"That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror
sleepily.
Percy had what were possibly the least helpful
words of comfort.
"They make a fuss about Hogsmeade, but I assure you,
Harry, it's not all it's cracked up to be," he said seriously. "All right, the
sweetshop's rather good, and Zonko's Joke Shop's frankly dangerous, and yes,
the Shrieking Shack always worth a visit, but really, Harry, apart from that,
you're not missing anything."
"Did she say who did it?" said Dumbledore quietly.
"Oh, yes, Professorhead," said Peeves, with the air of one cradling a
bombshell in his arms.
"He got very angry when she didn't let him in, you
see," Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore from between his legs.
"Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."
"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he
wasn't there.
"Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to
drown himself."
"Now, now, Penny, no sabotage!" said Percy heartily as she examined the Firebolt closely. "Penelope and I have got a bet on," he told the team. "Ten Galleons on the outcome of the match!...Harry - make sure you win," said Percy in an urgent whisper. "I haven't got ten Galleons. Yes, I'm coming, Penny!" And he bustled off to join her in a piece of toast.
"HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid a collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!"
"Well done, Harry!" said Percy, looking delighted. "Ten Galleons to me! Must find Penelope, excuse me - "
"Mr. Malfoy states that he was standing talking to
Weasley, when a large amount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you
think that could have happened?"
Harry tried to look mildly surprised.
"I
don't know, Professor."
Snape's eyes were boring into Harry's. It was
exactly like trying to stare down a hippogriff. Harry tried not to
blink.
"Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine
what that might have been, Potter?"
"No," said Harry, now trying to sound
innocently curious.
"It was your head, Potter. Floating in
midair."
"I don't need help," Ron whispered. "It's obvious what this means. There's going to be loads of fog tonight."
"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was howling
into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "YOU
FILTHY, CHEATING B---"
Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to tell
him off. She was actually shaking her finger in Malfoy's direction, her hat had
fallen off, and she too was shouting furiously.
If only there had been a Dementor around....As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world's best Patronus.
But Ron was staring at Pettigrew with the utmost
revulsion.
"I let you sleep in my bed!" he said.
"I know how to use a fellytone now--"
"A
telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle
Studies next year...."
"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't
got a godfather!"
"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and
dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard
prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up
with my news...check if I'm happy...."
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