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"
That
's
all
right
,
Professor
!
"
Hermione
gasped
,
massaging
her
throat
.
"
Peeves
,
get
down
here
NOW
!
"
barked
Professor
McGonagall
,
straightening
her
pointed
hat
and
glaring
upward
through
her
square-rimmed
spectacles
.
"
Not
doing
nothing
!
"
cackled
Peeves
,
lobbing
a
water
bomb
at
several
fifth-year
girls
,
who
screamed
and
dived
into
the
Great
Hall
.
"
Already
wet
,
are
n't
they
?
Little
squirts
!
Wheeeeeeeeee
!
"
And
he
aimed
another
bomb
at
a
group
of
second
years
who
had
just
arrived
.
"
I
shall
call
the
headmaster
!
"
shouted
Professor
McGonagall
.
"
I
'm
warning
you
,
Peeves
-
"
Peeves
stuck
out
his
tongue
,
threw
the
last
of
his
water
bombs
into
the
air
,
and
zoomed
off
up
the
marble
staircase
,
cackling
insanely
.
"
Well
,
move
along
,
then
!
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
sharply
to
the
bedraggled
crowd
.
"
Into
the
Great
Hall
,
come
on
!
"
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
slipped
and
slid
across
the
entrance
hall
and
through
the
double
doors
on
the
right
,
Ron
muttering
furiously
under
his
breath
as
he
pushed
his
sopping
hair
off
his
face
.
The
Great
Hall
looked
its
usual
splendid
self
,
decorated
for
the
start-of-term
feast
.
Golden
plates
and
goblets
gleamed
by
the
light
of
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
candles
,
floating
over
the
tables
in
midair
.
The
four
long
House
tables
were
packed
with
chattering
students
;
at
the
top
of
the
Hall
,
the
staff
sat
along
one
side
of
a
fifth
table
,
facing
their
pupils
.
It
was
much
warmer
in
here
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
walked
past
the
Slytherins
,
the
Ravenclaws
,
and
the
Hufflepuffs
,
and
sat
down
with
the
rest
of
the
Gryffindors
at
the
far
side
of
the
Hall
,
next
to
Nearly
Headless
Nick
,
the
Gryffindor
ghost
.
Pearly
white
and
semitransparent
,
Nick
was
dressed
tonight
in
his
usual
doublet
,
but
with
a
particularly
large
ruff
,
which
served
the
dual
purpose
of
looking
extra-festive
,
and
insuring
that
his
head
did
n't
wobble
too
much
on
his
partially
severed
neck
.
"
Good
evening
,
"
he
said
,
beaming
at
them
.
