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He
was
straining
his
ears
to
hear
the
voice
again
,
but
there
was
no
sound
now
except
for
Lockhart
telling
him
he
must
n't
expect
a
treat
like
this
every
time
he
got
detention
.
Feeling
dazed
,
Harry
left
.
It
was
so
late
that
the
Gryffindor
common
room
was
almost
empty
.
Harry
went
straight
up
to
the
dormitory
.
Ron
was
n't
back
yet
.
Harry
pulled
on
his
pajamas
,
got
into
bed
,
and
waited
.
Half
an
hour
later
,
Ron
arrived
,
nursing
his
right
arm
and
bringing
a
strong
smell
of
polish
into
the
darkened
room
.
"
My
muscles
have
all
seized
up
,
"
he
groaned
,
sinking
on
his
bed
.
"
Fourteen
times
he
made
me
buff
up
that
Quidditch
cup
before
he
was
satisfied
.
And
then
I
had
another
slug
attack
all
over
a
Special
Award
for
Services
to
the
School
.
Took
ages
to
get
the
slime
off
...
How
was
it
with
Lockhart
?
"
Keeping
his
voice
low
so
as
not
to
wake
Neville
,
Dean
,
and
Seamus
,
Harry
told
Ron
exactly
what
he
had
heard
.
"
And
Lockhart
said
he
could
n't
hear
it
?
"
said
Ron
.
Harry
could
see
him
frowning
in
the
moonlight
.
"
D'you
think
he
was
lying
?
But
I
do
n't
get
it
-
even
someone
invisible
would
've
had
to
open
the
door
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
said
Harry
,
lying
back
in
his
four-poster
and
staring
at
the
canopy
above
him
.
"
I
do
n't
get
it
either
.
"
October
arrived
,
spreading
a
damp
chill
over
the
grounds
and
into
the
castle
.
Madam
Pomfrey
,
the
nurse
,
was
kept
busy
by
a
sudden
spate
of
colds
among
the
staff
and
students
.
Her
Pepperup
potion
worked
instantly
,
though
it
left
the
drinker
smoking
at
the
ears
for
several
hours
afterward
.
Ginny
Weasley
,
who
had
been
looking
pale
,
was
bullied
into
taking
some
by
Percy
.
The
steam
pouring
from
under
her
vivid
hair
gave
the
impression
that
her
whole
head
was
on
fire
.
Raindrops
the
size
of
bullets
thundered
on
the
castle
windows
for
days
on
end
;
the
lake
rose
,
the
flower
beds
turned
into
muddy
streams
,
and
Hagrid
's
pumpkins
swelled
to
the
size
of
garden
sheds
.
Oliver
Wood
's
enthusiasm
for
regular
training
sessions
,
however
,
was
not
dampened
,
which
was
why
Harry
was
to
be
found
,
late
one
stormy
Saturday
afternoon
a
few
days
before
Halloween
,
returning
to
Gryffindor
Tower
,
drenched
to
the
skin
and
splattered
with
mud
.
Even
aside
from
the
rain
and
wind
it
had
n't
been
a
happy
practice
session
.
Fred
and
George
,
who
had
been
spying
on
the
Slytherin
team
,
had
seen
for
themselves
the
speed
of
those
new
Nimbus
Two
Thousand
and
Ones
.
They
reported
that
the
Slytherin
team
was
no
more
than
seven
greenish
blurs
,
shooting
through
the
air
like
missiles
.
As
Harry
squelched
along
the
deserted
corridor
he
came
across
somebody
who
looked
just
as
preoccupied
as
he
was
.
Nearly
Headless
Nick
,
the
ghost
of
Gryffindor
Tower
,
was
staring
morosely
out
of
a
window
,
muttering
under
his
breath
,
"
...
do
n't
fulfill
their
requirements
...
half
an
inch
,
if
that
...
"
"
Hello
,
Nick
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Hello
,
hello
,
"
said
Nearly
Headless
Nick
,
starting
and
looking
round
.
He
wore
a
dashing
,
plumed
hat
on
his
long
curly
hair
,
and
a
tunic
with
a
ruff
,
which
concealed
the
fact
that
his
neck
was
almost
completely
severed
.
He
was
pale
as
smoke
,
and
Harry
could
see
right
through
him
to
the
dark
sky
and
torrential
rain
outside
.
