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"
Yeah
...
and
you
were
hungry
,
"
said
Ron
,
grinning
.
There
was
a
sudden
rustling
noise
above
them
,
and
a
hundred
owls
came
soaring
through
the
open
windows
carrying
the
morning
mail
.
Instinctively
,
Harry
looked
up
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
white
among
the
mass
of
brown
and
gray
.
The
owls
circled
the
tables
,
looking
for
the
people
to
whom
their
letters
and
packages
were
addressed
.
A
large
tawny
owl
soared
down
to
Neville
Longbottom
and
deposited
a
parcel
into
his
lap
-
Neville
almost
always
forgot
to
pack
something
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
Hall
Draco
Malfoy
's
eagle
owl
had
landed
on
his
shoulder
,
carrying
what
looked
like
his
usual
supply
of
sweets
and
cakes
from
home
.
Trying
to
ignore
the
sinking
feeling
of
disappointment
in
his
stomach
,
Harry
returned
to
his
porridge
.
Was
it
possible
that
something
had
happened
to
Hedwig
,
and
that
Sirius
had
n't
even
got
his
letter
?
His
preoccupation
lasted
all
the
way
across
the
sodden
vegetable
patch
until
they
arrived
in
greenhouse
three
,
but
here
he
was
distracted
by
Professor
Sprout
showing
the
class
the
ugliest
plants
Harry
had
ever
seen
.
Indeed
,
they
looked
less
like
plants
than
thick
,
black
,
giant
slugs
,
protruding
vertically
out
of
the
soil
.
Each
was
squirming
slightly
and
had
a
number
of
large
,
shiny
swellings
upon
it
,
which
appeared
to
be
full
of
liquid
.
"
Bubotubers
,
"
Professor
Sprout
told
them
briskly
.
"
They
need
squeezing
.
You
will
collect
the
pus
-
"
"
The
what
?
"
said
Seamus
Finnigan
,
sounding
revolted
.
"
Pus
,
Finnigan
,
pus
,
"
said
Professor
Sprout
,
"
and
it
's
extremely
valuable
,
so
do
n't
waste
it
.
You
will
collect
the
pus
,
I
say
,
in
these
bottles
.
Wear
your
dragon-hide
gloves
;
it
can
do
funny
things
to
the
skin
when
undiluted
,
bubotuber
pus
.
"
Squeezing
the
bubotubers
was
disgusting
,
but
oddly
satisfying
.
As
each
swelling
was
popped
,
a
large
amount
of
thick
yellowish-green
liquid
burst
forth
,
which
smelled
strongly
of
petrol
.
They
caught
it
in
the
bottles
as
Professor
Sprout
had
indicated
,
and
by
the
end
of
the
lesson
had
collected
several
pints
.
"
This
'll
keep
Madam
Pomfrey
happy
,
"
said
Professor
Sprout
,
stoppering
the
last
bottle
with
a
cork
.
"
An
excellent
remedy
for
the
more
stubborn
forms
of
acne
,
bubotuber
pus
.
Should
stop
students
resorting
to
desperate
measures
to
rid
themselves
of
pimples
.
"
