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"Filth!" he shouted, his jowls aquiver, his eyes popping alarmingly as he pointed at the muddy puddle that had dripped from Harry's Quidditch robes.
"'Night," Harry called back to Hermione, who was wearing a scowl just like Percy's.
"The same reason everyone else wants it," said Hermione, "to read up on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets."
"Don't fidget," said Ron. "Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace -"
"Everyone line up!" Malfoy roared to the crowd. "Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"
"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"
"Hermione, let me read your composition," said Ron desperately, checking his watch.
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
To his surprise, Ron stifled a snigger.
Harry spun around. There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape. He was a thin man with sallow skin, a hooked nose, and greasy, shoulder-length black hair, and at this moment, he was smiling in a way that told Harry he and Ron were in very deep trouble.
"I've got a question, Oliver," said George, who had woken with a start. "Why couldn't you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?"
"What's a Howler?" he said.
"So," said Wood, at long last, jerking Harry from a wistful fantasy about what he could be eating for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle. "Is that clear? Any questions?"
"Miss Granger was just talking about you -" said Peeves slyly in Myrtle's ear.
Mr. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard, Harry turning back for a last look at the house. He barely had time to wonder when he'd see it again when they were back George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes after that, they skidded to a halt in the yard so that Fred could run in for his broomstick. They had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that she'd left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car, they were running very late, and tempers were running high.,