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So
was
taking
the
Skele-Gro
.
It
burned
Harry
's
mouth
and
throat
as
it
went
down
,
making
him
cough
and
splutter
.
Still
tut-tutting
about
dangerous
sports
and
inept
teachers
,
Madam
Pomfrey
retreated
,
leaving
Ron
and
Hermione
to
help
Harry
gulp
down
some
water
.
"
We
won
,
though
,
"
said
Ron
,
a
grin
breaking
across
his
face
.
"
That
was
some
catch
you
made
.
Malfoy
's
face
...
he
looked
ready
to
kill
...
"
"
I
want
to
know
how
he
fixed
that
Bludger
,
"
said
Hermione
darkly
.
"
We
can
add
that
to
the
list
of
questions
we
'll
ask
him
when
we
've
taken
the
Polyjuice
Potion
,
"
said
Harry
,
sinking
back
onto
his
pillows
.
"
I
hope
it
tastes
better
than
this
stuff
...
"
"
If
it
's
got
bits
of
Slytherins
in
it
?
You
've
got
to
be
joking
,
"
said
Ron
.
The
door
of
the
hospital
wing
burst
open
at
that
moment
.
Filthy
and
soaking
wet
,
the
rest
of
the
Gryffindor
team
had
arrived
to
see
Harry
.
"
Unbelievable
flying
,
Harry
,
"
said
George
.
"
I
've
just
seen
Marcus
Flint
yelling
at
Malfoy
.
Something
about
having
the
Snitch
on
top
of
his
head
and
not
noticing
.
Malfoy
did
n't
seem
too
happy
.
"
They
had
brought
cakes
,
sweets
,
and
bottles
of
pumpkin
juice
;
they
gathered
around
Harry
's
bed
and
were
just
getting
started
on
what
promised
to
be
a
good
party
when
Madam
Pomfrey
came
storming
over
,
shouting
,
"
This
boy
needs
rest
,
he
's
got
thirty-three
bones
to
regrow
!
Out
!
OUT
!
"
And
Harry
was
left
alone
,
with
nothing
to
distract
him
from
the
stabbing
pains
in
his
limp
arm
.
*
*
*
Hours
and
hours
later
,
Harry
woke
quite
suddenly
in
the
pitch
blackness
and
gave
a
small
yelp
of
pain
:
His
arm
now
felt
full
of
large
splinters
.
For
a
second
,
he
thought
that
was
what
had
woken
him
.
Then
,
with
a
thrill
of
horror
,
he
realized
that
someone
was
sponging
his
forehead
in
the
dark
.
"
Get
off
!
"
he
said
loudly
,
and
then
,
"
Dobby
!
"
The
house-elf
's
goggling
tennis
ball
eyes
were
peering
at
Harry
through
the
darkness
.
A
single
tear
was
running
down
his
long
,
pointed
nose
.
"
Harry
Potter
came
back
to
school
,
"
he
whispered
miserably
.
"
Dobby
warned
and
warned
Harry
Potter
.
Ah
sir
,
why
did
n't
you
heed
Dobby
?
Why
did
n't
Harry
Potter
go
back
home
when
he
missed
the
train
?
"
