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"
And
on
Wednesday
,
I
think
I
'll
come
off
worst
in
a
fight
.
"
"
Aaah
,
I
was
going
to
have
a
fight
.
Okay
,
I
'll
lose
a
bet
.
"
"
Yeah
,
you
'll
be
betting
I
'll
win
my
fight
...
.
"
They
continued
to
make
up
predictions
(
which
grew
steadily
more
tragic
)
for
another
hour
,
while
the
common
room
around
them
slowly
emptied
as
people
went
up
to
bed
.
Crookshanks
wandered
over
to
them
,
leapt
lightly
into
an
empty
chair
,
and
stared
inscrutably
at
Harry
,
rather
as
Hermione
might
look
if
she
knew
they
were
n't
doing
their
homework
properly
.
Staring
around
the
room
,
trying
to
think
of
a
kind
of
misfortune
he
had
n't
yet
used
,
Harry
saw
Fred
and
George
sitting
together
against
the
opposite
wall
,
heads
together
,
quills
out
,
poring
over
a
single
piece
of
parchment
.
It
was
most
unusual
to
see
Fred
and
George
hidden
away
in
a
corner
and
working
silently
;
they
usually
liked
to
be
in
the
thick
of
things
and
the
noisy
center
of
attention
.
There
was
something
secretive
about
the
way
they
were
working
on
the
piece
of
parchment
,
and
Harry
was
reminded
of
how
they
had
sat
together
writing
something
back
at
the
Burrow
.
He
had
thought
then
that
it
was
another
order
form
for
Weasleys
'
Wizard
Wheezes
,
but
it
did
n't
look
like
that
this
time
;
if
it
had
been
,
they
would
surely
have
let
Lee
Jordan
in
on
the
joke
.
He
wondered
whether
it
had
anything
to
do
with
entering
the
Triwizard
Tournament
.
As
Harry
watched
,
George
shook
his
head
at
Fred
,
scratched
out
something
with
his
quill
,
and
said
,
in
a
very
quiet
voice
that
nevertheless
carried
across
the
almost
deserted
room
,
"
No
-
that
sounds
like
we
're
accusing
him
.
Got
to
be
careful
...
"
Then
George
looked
over
and
saw
Harry
watching
him
.
Harry
grinned
and
quickly
returned
to
his
predictions
-
he
did
n't
want
George
to
think
he
was
eavesdropping
.
Shortly
after
that
,
the
twins
rolled
up
their
parchment
,
said
good
night
,
and
went
off
to
bed
.
Fred
and
George
had
been
gone
ten
minutes
or
so
when
the
portrait
hole
opened
and
Hermione
climbed
into
the
common
room
carrying
a
sheaf
of
parchment
in
one
hand
and
a
box
whose
contents
rattled
as
she
walked
in
the
other
.
Crookshanks
arched
his
back
,
purring
.
"
Hello
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
've
just
finished
!
"
