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"I - I didn't think -"
Several people in green robes were walking onto the field, broomsticks in their hands.
Nearly Headless Nick stopped in his tracks and Harry walked right through him. He wished he hadn't; it was like stepping through an icy shower.
throat loudly and become mysteriously deaf until the subject was changed.
"Everyone take a pair of earmuffs," said Professor Sprout.
"Harry, what're you -?"
"Have you - did you read -?" he sputtered.
Harry felt a hot surge of anger.
"'Night," Harry called back to Hermione, who was wearing a scowl just like Percy's.
"Don't tell me I deserved it," snapped Ron.
It was the same voice, the same cold, murderous voice he had heard in Lockhart's office.
"Come back!" Ron yelled after it, brandishing his broken wand. "Dad'll kill me!"
"My cat has been Petrified!" he shrieked, his eyes popping. "I want to see some punishment!"
"My name was down for Eton, you know. I can't tell you how glad I am I came here instead. Of course, Mother was slightly disappointed, but since I made her read Lockhart's books I think she's begun to see how useful it'll be to have a fully trained wizard in the family . . . ."
"Well, I don' blame yeh fer tryin' ter curse him, Ron," said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more slugs hitting the basin. "Bu' maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. 'Spect Lucius Malfoy would've come marchin' up ter school if yeh'd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble."。
On the other side of the dungeon was a long table, also covered in black velvet. They approached it eagerly but next moment had stopped in their tracks, horrified. The smell was quite disgusting. Large, rotten fish were laid on handsome silver platters; cakes, burned charcoal-black, were heaped on salvers; there was a great maggoty haggis, a slab of cheese covered in furry green mold and, in pride of place, an enormous gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing forming the words, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington died 31st October, 1492 Harry watched, amazed, as a portly ghost approached the table, crouched low, and walked through it, his mouth held wide so that it passed through one of the stinking salmon.。