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"
That
Lockhart
's
something
,
is
n't
he
?
"
said
Justin
happily
as
they
began
filling
their
plant
pots
with
dragon
dung
compost
.
"
Awfully
brave
chap
.
Have
you
read
his
books
?
I
'd
have
died
of
fear
if
Id
been
cornered
in
a
telephone
booth
by
a
werewolf
,
but
he
stayed
cool
and
-
zap
-
just
fantastic
.
"
My
name
was
down
for
Eton
,
you
know
.
I
ca
n'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
...
"
After
that
they
did
n't
have
much
chance
to
talk
.
Their
earmuffs
were
back
on
and
they
needed
to
concentrate
on
the
Mandrakes
.
Professor
Sprout
had
made
it
look
extremely
easy
,
but
it
was
n't
.
The
Mandrakes
did
n't
like
coming
out
of
the
earth
,
but
did
n't
seem
to
want
to
go
back
into
it
either
.
They
squirmed
,
kicked
,
flailed
their
sharp
little
fists
,
and
gnashed
their
teeth
;
Harry
spent
ten
whole
minutes
trying
to
squash
a
particularly
fat
one
into
a
pot
.
By
the
end
of
the
class
,
Harry
,
like
everyone
else
,
was
sweaty
,
aching
,
and
covered
in
earth
.
Everyone
traipsed
back
to
the
castle
for
a
quick
wash
and
then
the
Gryffindors
hurried
off
to
Transfiguration
.
Professor
McGonagall
's
classes
were
always
hard
work
,
but
today
was
especially
difficult
.
Everything
Harry
had
learned
last
year
seemed
to
have
leaked
out
of
his
head
during
the
summer
.
He
was
supposed
to
be
turning
a
beetle
into
a
button
,
but
all
he
managed
to
do
was
give
his
beetle
a
lot
of
exercise
as
it
scuttled
over
the
desktop
avoiding
his
wand
.
Ron
was
having
far
worse
problems
.
He
had
patched
up
his
wand
with
some
borrowed
Spellotape
,
but
it
seemed
to
be
damaged
beyond
repair
.
It
kept
crackling
and
sparking
at
odd
moments
,
and
every
time
Ron
tried
to
transfigure
his
beetle
it
engulfed
him
in
thick
gray
smoke
that
smelled
of
rotten
eggs
.
Unable
to
see
what
he
was
doing
,
Ron
accidentally
squashed
his
beetle
with
his
elbow
and
had
to
ask
for
a
new
one
.
Professor
McGonagall
was
n't
pleased
.
Harry
was
relieved
to
hear
the
lunch
bell
.
His
brain
felt
like
a
wrung
sponge
.
Everyone
filed
out
of
the
classroom
except
him
and
Ron
,
who
was
whacking
his
wand
furiously
on
the
desk
.
"
Stupid
-
useless
-
thing
--
"
"
Write
home
for
another
one
,
"
Harry
suggested
as
the
wand
let
off
a
volley
of
bangs
like
a
firecracker
.
