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"
I
've
already
got
mine
!
"
said
Hermione
brightly
,
pulling
a
tiny
bottle
out
of
her
pocket
and
showing
them
the
single
hair
inside
it
.
"
Remember
Millicent
Bulstrode
wrestling
with
me
at
the
Dueling
Club
?
She
left
this
on
my
robes
when
she
was
trying
to
strangle
me
!
And
she
's
gone
home
for
Christmas
-
so
I
'll
just
have
to
tell
the
Slytherins
I
've
decided
to
come
back
.
"
When
Hermione
had
bustled
off
to
check
on
the
Polyjuice
Potion
again
,
Ron
turned
to
Harry
with
a
doom-laden
expression
.
"
Have
you
ever
heard
of
a
plan
where
so
many
things
could
go
wrong
?
"
But
to
Harry
's
and
Ron
's
utter
amazement
,
stage
one
of
the
operation
went
just
as
smoothly
as
Hermione
had
said
.
They
lurked
in
the
deserted
entrance
hall
after
Christmas
tea
,
waiting
for
Crabbe
and
Goyle
who
had
remained
alone
at
the
Slytherin
table
,
shoveling
down
fourth
helpings
of
trifle
.
Harry
had
perched
the
chocolate
cakes
on
the
end
of
the
banisters
.
When
they
spotted
Crabbe
and
Goyle
coming
out
of
the
Great
Hall
,
Harry
and
Ron
hid
quickly
behind
a
suit
of
armor
next
to
the
front
door
.
"
How
thick
can
you
get
?
"
Ron
whispered
ecstatically
as
Crabbe
gleefully
pointed
out
the
cakes
to
Goyle
and
grabbed
them
.
Grinning
stupidly
,
they
stuffed
the
cakes
whole
into
their
large
mouths
.
For
a
moment
,
both
of
them
chewed
greedily
,
looks
of
triumph
on
their
faces
.
Then
,
without
the
smallest
change
of
expression
,
they
both
keeled
over
backward
onto
the
floor
.
By
far
the
hardest
part
was
hiding
them
in
the
closet
across
the
hall
.
Once
they
were
safely
stowed
among
the
buckets
and
mops
,
Harry
yanked
out
a
couple
of
the
bristles
that
covered
Goyle
's
forehead
and
Ron
pulled
out
several
of
Crabbe
's
hairs
.
They
also
stole
their
shoes
,
because
their
own
were
far
too
small
for
Crabbe
-
and
Goyle-size
feet
.
Then
,
still
stunned
at
what
they
had
just
done
,
they
sprinted
up
to
Moaning
Myrtle
's
bathroom
.
They
could
hardly
see
for
the
thick
black
smoke
issuing
from
the
stall
in
which
Hermione
was
stirring
the
cauldron
.
Pulling
their
robes
up
over
their
faces
,
Harry
and
Ron
knocked
softly
on
the
door
.
"
Hermione
?
"
They
heard
the
scrape
of
the
lock
and
Hermione
emerged
,
shiny-faced
and
looking
anxious
.
Behind
her
they
heard
the
gloop
gloop
of
the
bubbling
,
glutinous
potion
.
Three
glass
tumblers
stood
ready
on
the
toilet
seat
.
"
Did
you
get
them
?
"
Hermione
asked
breathlessly
.
