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Harry
squinted
at
the
window
.
There
was
a
thin
mist
hanging
across
the
pink-and-gold
sky
.
Now
that
he
was
awake
,
he
could
n't
understand
how
he
could
have
slept
through
the
racket
the
birds
were
making
.
"
Oliver
,
"
Harry
croaked
.
"
It
's
the
crack
of
dawn
.
"
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Wood
.
He
was
a
tall
and
burly
sixth
year
and
,
at
the
moment
,
his
eyes
were
gleaming
with
a
crazed
enthusiasm
.
"
It
's
part
of
our
new
training
program
.
Come
on
,
grab
your
broom
,
and
let
's
go
,
"
said
Wood
heartily
.
"
None
of
the
other
teams
have
started
training
yet
;
we
're
going
to
be
first
off
the
mark
this
year
--
"
Yawning
and
shivering
slightly
,
Harry
climbed
out
of
bed
and
tried
to
find
his
Quidditch
robes
.
"
Good
man
,
"
said
Wood
.
"
Meet
you
on
the
field
in
fifteen
minutes
.
"
When
he
'd
found
his
scarlet
team
robes
and
pulled
on
his
cloak
for
warmth
,
Harry
scribbled
a
note
to
Ron
explaining
where
he
'd
gone
and
went
down
the
spiral
staircase
to
the
common
room
,
his
Nimbus
Two
Thousand
on
his
shoulder
.
He
had
just
reached
the
portrait
hole
when
there
was
a
clatter
behind
him
and
Colin
Creevey
came
dashing
down
the
spiral
staircase
,
his
camera
swinging
madly
around
his
neck
and
something
clutched
in
his
hand
.
"
I
heard
someone
saying
your
name
on
the
stairs
,
Harry
!
Look
what
I
've
got
here
!
I
've
had
it
developed
,
I
wanted
to
show
you
--
"
Harry
looked
bemusedly
at
the
photograph
Colin
was
brandishing
under
his
nose
.
A
moving
,
black-and-white
Lockhart
was
tugging
hard
on
an
arm
Harry
recognized
as
his
own
.
He
was
pleased
to
see
that
his
photographic
self
was
putting
up
a
good
fight
and
refusing
to
be
dragged
into
view
.
As
Harry
watched
,
Lockhart
gave
up
and
slumped
,
Panting
,
against
the
white
edge
of
the
picture
.
