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Perplexed
,
Harry
looked
to
Hermione
for
help
,
but
she
shook
her
head
,
apparently
as
nonplussed
as
he
was
.
"
What
's
the
problem
?
"
asked
Harry
.
"
Problem
?
There
's
no
problem
,
"
said
Ron
,
still
refusing
to
look
at
Harry
.
"
Not
according
to
you
,
anyway
.
"
There
were
several
plunks
on
the
canvas
over
their
heads
.
It
had
started
to
rain
.
"
Well
,
you
've
obviously
got
a
problem
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Spit
it
out
,
will
you
?
"
Ron
swung
his
long
legs
off
the
bed
and
sat
up
.
He
looked
mean
,
unlike
himself
.
"
All
right
,
I
'll
spit
it
out
.
Do
n't
expect
me
to
skip
up
and
down
the
tent
because
there
's
some
other
damn
thing
we
've
got
to
find
.
Just
add
it
to
the
list
of
stuff
you
do
n't
know
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
?
"
repeated
Harry
.
"
I
do
n't
know
?
"
Plunk
,
plunk
,
plunk
.
The
rain
was
falling
harder
and
heavier
;
it
pattered
on
the
leaf-strewn
bank
all
around
them
and
into
the
river
chattering
through
the
dark
.
Dread
doused
Harry
's
jubilation
:
Ron
was
saying
exactly
what
he
had
suspected
and
feared
him
to
be
thinking
.
"
It
's
not
like
I
'm
not
having
the
time
of
my
life
here
,
"
said
Ron
,
"
you
know
,
with
my
arm
mangled
and
nothing
to
eat
and
freezing
my
backside
off
every
night
.
I
just
hoped
,
you
know
,
after
we
'd
been
running
round
a
few
weeks
,
we
'd
have
achieved
something
.
"
