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"
Hagrid
's
not
an
oaf
!
"
said
Hermione
shrilly
.
"
And
Snape
might
've
thought
that
was
a
punishment
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
but
Ginny
,
Neville
,
and
Luna
probably
had
a
good
laugh
with
Hagrid
.
The
Forbidden
Forest
...
they
've
faced
plenty
worse
than
the
Forbidden
Forest
,
big
deal
!
"
He
felt
relieved
;
he
had
been
imagining
horrors
,
the
Cruciatus
Curse
at
the
very
least
.
"
What
we
really
wanted
to
know
,
Professor
Black
,
is
whether
anyone
else
has
,
um
,
taken
out
the
sword
at
all
?
Maybe
it
's
been
taken
away
for
cleaning
or
--
or
something
?
"
Phineas
Nigellus
paused
again
in
his
struggles
to
free
his
eyes
and
sniggered
.
"
Muggle-borns
,
"
he
said
.
"
Goblin-made
armor
does
not
require
cleaning
,
simple
girl
.
Goblins
'
silver
repels
mundane
dirt
,
imbibing
only
that
which
strengthens
it
.
"
"
Do
n't
call
Hermione
simple
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
grow
weary
of
contradiction
,
"
said
Phineas
Nigellus
.
"
Perhaps
it
is
time
for
me
to
return
to
the
headmaster
's
office
?
"
Still
blindfolded
,
he
began
groping
the
side
of
his
frame
,
trying
to
feel
his
way
out
of
his
picture
and
back
into
the
one
at
Hogwarts
.
Harry
had
a
sudden
inspiration
.
