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"
Aaah
,
'
at
's
be'er
,
"
said
Ron
,
with
his
mouth
full
of
mashed
potato
.
"
You
're
lucky
there
's
a
feast
at
all
tonight
,
you
know
,
"
said
Nearly
Headless
Nick
.
"
There
was
trouble
in
the
kitchens
earlier
.
"
"
Why
?
Wha
'
'
appened
?
"
said
Harry
,
through
a
sizable
chunk
of
steak
.
"
Peeves
,
of
course
,
"
said
Nearly
Headless
Nick
,
shaking
his
head
,
which
wobbled
dangerously
.
He
pulled
his
ruff
a
little
higher
up
on
his
neck
.
"
The
usual
argument
,
you
know
.
He
wanted
to
attend
the
feast
-
well
,
it
's
quite
out
of
the
question
,
you
know
what
he
's
like
,
utterly
uncivilized
,
ca
n't
see
a
plate
of
food
without
throwing
it
.
We
held
a
ghost
's
council
-
the
Fat
Friar
was
all
for
giving
him
the
chance
-
but
most
wisely
,
in
my
opinion
,
the
Bloody
Baron
put
his
foot
down
.
"
The
Bloody
Baron
was
the
Slytherin
ghost
,
a
gaunt
and
silent
specter
covered
in
silver
bloodstains
.
He
was
the
only
person
at
Hogwarts
who
could
really
control
Peeves
.
"
Yeah
,
we
thought
Peeves
seemed
hacked
off
about
something
,
"
said
Ron
darkly
.
"
So
what
did
he
do
in
the
kitchens
?
"
"
Oh
the
usual
,
"
said
Nearly
Headless
Nick
,
shrugging
.
"
Wreaked
havoc
and
mayhem
.
Pots
and
pans
everywhere
.
Place
swimming
in
soup
.
Terrified
the
house-elves
out
of
their
wits
-
"
Clang
.
Hermione
had
knocked
over
her
golden
goblet
.
Pumpkin
juice
spread
steadily
over
the
tablecloth
,
staining
several
feet
of
white
linen
orange
,
but
Hermione
paid
no
attention
.
