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She
punctuated
every
word
with
a
blow
:
Ron
backed
away
,
shielding
his
head
as
Hermione
advanced
.
"
You
--
crawl
--
back
--
here
--
after
--
weeks
--
and
--
weeks
--
oh
,
where
's
my
wand
?
"
She
looked
as
though
ready
to
wrestle
it
out
of
Harry
's
hands
and
he
reacted
instinctively
.
"
Protego
!
"
The
invisible
shield
erupted
between
Ron
and
Hermione
.
The
force
of
it
knocked
her
backward
onto
the
floor
.
Spitting
hair
out
of
her
mouth
,
she
lept
up
again
.
"
Hermione
!
"
said
Harry
.
"
Calm
--
"
"
I
will
not
calm
down
!
"
she
screamed
.
Never
before
had
he
seen
her
lose
control
like
this
;
she
looked
quite
demented
.
"
Give
me
back
my
wand
!
Give
it
back
to
me
!
"
"
Hermione
,
will
you
please
--
"
"
Do
n't
you
tell
me
what
do
,
Harry
Potter
!
"
she
screeched
.
"
Do
n't
you
dare
!
Give
it
back
now
!
And
YOU
!
"
She
was
pointing
at
Ron
in
dire
accusation
:
It
was
like
a
malediction
,
and
Harry
could
not
blame
Ron
for
retreating
several
steps
.
