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There
was
a
pleasant
feeling
of
anticipation
in
the
air
that
day
.
Nobody
was
very
attentive
in
lessons
,
being
much
more
interested
in
the
arrival
that
evening
of
the
people
from
Beauxbatons
and
Durmstrang
;
even
Potions
was
more
bearable
than
usual
,
as
it
was
half
an
hour
shorter
.
When
the
bell
rang
early
,
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
hurried
up
to
Gryffindor
Tower
,
deposited
their
bags
and
books
as
they
had
been
instructed
,
pulled
on
their
cloaks
,
and
rushed
back
downstairs
into
the
entrance
hall
.
The
Heads
of
Houses
were
ordering
their
students
into
lines
.
"
Weasley
,
straighten
your
hat
,
"
Professor
McGonagall
snapped
at
Ron
.
"
Miss
Patil
,
take
that
ridiculous
thing
out
of
your
hair
.
"
Parvati
scowled
and
removed
a
large
ornamental
butterfly
from
the
end
of
her
plait
.
"
Follow
me
,
please
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
.
"
First
years
in
front
...
no
pushing
...
.
"
They
filed
down
the
steps
and
lined
up
in
front
of
the
castle
.
It
was
a
cold
,
clear
evening
;
dusk
was
falling
and
a
pale
,
transparent-looking
moon
was
already
shining
over
the
Forbidden
Forest
.
Harry
,
standing
between
Ron
and
Hermione
in
the
fourth
row
from
the
front
,
saw
Dennis
Creevey
positively
shivering
with
anticipation
among
the
other
first
years
.
"
Nearly
six
,
"
said
Ron
,
checking
his
watch
and
then
staring
down
the
drive
that
led
to
the
front
gates
.
"
How
d'you
reckon
they
're
coming
?
The
train
?
"
"
I
doubt
it
,
"
said
Hermione
.
"
How
,
then
?
Broomsticks
?
"
Harry
suggested
,
looking
up
at
the
starry
sky
.
"
I
do
n't
think
so
...
not
from
that
far
away
...
.
"
