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"Too late, Harry! You shall hear the story another time. Good night."
"Now, I must give you warning that Felix Felicis is a banned substance in organized competitions . . . sporting events, for instance, examinations, or elections. So the winner is to use it on an ordinary day only . . . and watch how that ordinary day becomes extraordinary!"
"That's enough!" said Professor McGonagall, as Hermione opened her mouth to retort, looking furious. "Potter, I appreciate you telling me this, but we cannot point the finger of blame at Mr. Malfoy purely because he visited the shop where this necklace might have been purchased. The same is probably true of hundreds of people —"
"Yeah, that's him," said Harry. "I dunno what they're playing at, taking Stan seriously."
"What?" said Hermione defensively.
"Away?" Harry repeated angrily.
"I played like a sack of dragon dung," said Ron in a hollow voice when the door had swung shut behind Ginny.
This made Ron laugh; even Hermione gave a grudging smile, and a distraction arrived in the shape of Ginny.
And on that enigmatic note he waved to Harry, who understood himself to be dismissed.
Chapter 11: Hermione's helping hand
"Wha — ? Yeah, of course!" said Dean excitedly. Over Dean’s shoulder, Harry saw Seamus Finnegan slamming his books into his bag, looking sour. One of the reasons why Harry would have pre-ferred not to have to ask Dean to play was that he knew Seamus would not like it. On the other hand, he had to do what was best for the team, and Dean had outflown Seamus at the tryouts.
Harry and Ron did not answer, but Harry knew that they were all thinking the same thing. There had been a horrible incident the day before, when Hannah Abbott had been taken out of Herbology to be told her mother had been found dead. They had not seen Hannah since.
"It's not ours," said a young man's voice. "Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to us, but that cottage belongs to an old tramp called Gaunt, and his children. The son's quite mad, you should hear some of the stories they tell in the village —"
Chapter 12: Silver and opals
"Er — I'm sorry — I don't understand you," said Ogden nervously.