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"Ronald Weasley," said the familiar, misty voice from over their heads. Ron grimaced at Harry and climbed the silver ladder out of sight. Harry was now the only person left to be tested. He settled himself on the floor with his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing in the sunny window, his mind across the grounds with Hagrid.
Or was it only Crookshanks? Harry squinted, pressing his nose flat against the glass. Crookshanks seemed to have come to a halt. Harry was sure he could see something else moving in the shadow of the trees too.
"What're you doing?"
"Yeh shouldn've come!" Hagrid whispered, but he stood back, and they stepped inside. Hagrid shut the door quickly and Harry pulled off the cloak.
"Well, dear, I think we'll leave it there.... A little disappointing... but I'm sure you did your best."
"Sorry, Professor, sorry! WoiA happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession --"
"JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!"
Harry told her about leaving it in the passageway under the one-eyed witch.
Malfoy suddenly caught sight of Ron. His pale face split in a malevolent grin.
"Nonsense!" said Percy, looking startled. "You had too much to eat, Ron -- had a nightmare --"
"But how did that help you?" said Hermione, sounding puzzled.
She hurried off down the spiral staircase toward Lavender.
"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!" he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.
"Didn't you ever hear, Ron?" said Lupin. "The biggest bit of Peter they found was his finger."
It was the photograph of Ron and his family that had appeared in the Daily Prophet the previous summer, and there, on Ron's shoulder, was Scabbers.