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"
It
's
French
,
"
said
Hermione
,
"
I
had
it
on
holiday
summer
before
last
.
It
's
very
nice
.
"
"
I
'll
take
your
word
for
it
,
"
said
Ron
,
helping
himself
to
black
pudding
.
The
Great
Hall
seemed
somehow
much
more
crowded
than
usual
,
even
though
there
were
barely
twenty
additional
students
there
;
perhaps
it
was
because
their
differently
colored
uniforms
stood
out
so
clearly
against
the
black
of
the
Hogwarts
'
robes
.
Now
that
they
had
removed
their
furs
,
the
Durmstrang
students
were
revealed
to
be
wearing
robes
of
a
deep
bloodred
.
Hagrid
sidled
into
the
Hall
through
a
door
behind
the
staff
table
twenty
minutes
after
the
start
of
the
feast
.
He
slid
into
his
seat
at
the
end
and
waved
at
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
with
a
very
heavily
bandaged
hand
.
"
Skrewts
doing
all
right
,
Hagrid
?
"
Harry
called
.
"
Thrivin
'
,
"
Hagrid
called
back
happily
.
"
Yeah
,
I
'll
just
bet
they
are
,
"
said
Ron
quietly
.
"
Looks
like
they
've
finally
found
a
food
they
like
,
does
n't
it
?
Hagrid
's
fingers
.
"
At
that
moment
,
a
voice
said
,
"
Excuse
me
,
are
you
wanting
ze
bouillabaisse
?
"
It
was
the
girl
from
Beauxbatons
who
had
laughed
during
Dumbledore
's
speech
.
She
had
finally
removed
her
muffler
.
A
long
sheet
of
silvery-blonde
hair
fell
almost
to
her
waist
.
She
had
large
,
deep
blue
eyes
,
and
very
white
,
even
teeth
.
Ron
went
purple
.
He
stared
up
at
her
,
opened
his
mouth
to
reply
,
but
nothing
came
out
except
a
faint
gurgling
noise
.
