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"
Descendo
,
"
muttered
Ron
,
pointing
his
wand
at
the
low
ceiling
.
A
hatch
opened
right
over
their
heads
and
a
ladder
slid
down
to
their
feet
.
A
horrible
,
half-sucking
,
half-moaning
sound
came
out
of
the
square
hole
,
along
with
an
unpleasant
smell
like
open
drains
.
"
That
's
your
ghoul
,
is
n't
it
?
"
asked
Harry
,
who
had
never
actually
met
the
creature
that
sometimes
disrupted
the
nightly
silence
.
"
Yeah
,
it
is
,
"
said
Ron
,
climbing
the
ladder
.
"
Come
and
have
a
look
at
him
.
"
Harry
followed
Ron
up
the
few
short
steps
into
the
tiny
attic
space
.
His
head
and
shoulders
were
in
the
room
before
he
caught
sight
of
the
creature
curled
up
a
few
feet
from
him
,
fast
asleep
in
the
gloom
with
its
large
mouth
wide
open
.
"
But
it
...
it
looks
...
do
ghouls
normally
wear
pajamas
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Nor
have
they
usually
got
red
hair
or
that
number
of
pustules
.
"
Harry
contemplated
the
thing
,
slightly
revolted
.
It
was
human
in
shape
and
size
,
and
was
wearing
what
,
now
that
Harry
's
eyes
became
used
to
the
darkness
,
was
clearly
an
old
pair
of
Ron
's
pajamas
.
He
was
also
sure
that
ghouls
were
generally
rather
slimy
and
bald
,
rather
than
distinctly
hairy
and
covered
in
angry
purple
blisters
.
"
He
's
me
,
see
?
"
said
Ron
.
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
do
n't
.
"
