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"
Yeah
?
"
said
Ron
,
and
there
was
no
trace
of
a
grin
,
forced
or
otherwise
,
on
his
face
now
.
"
You
want
to
get
to
bed
,
Harry
.
I
expect
you
'll
need
to
be
up
early
tomorrow
for
a
photo-call
or
something
.
"
He
wrenched
the
hangings
shut
around
his
four-poster
,
leaving
Harry
standing
there
by
the
door
,
staring
at
the
dark
red
velvet
curtains
,
now
hiding
one
of
the
few
people
he
had
been
sure
would
believe
him
.
When
Harry
woke
up
on
Sunday
morning
,
it
took
him
a
moment
to
remember
why
he
felt
so
miserable
and
worried
.
Then
the
memory
of
the
previous
night
rolled
over
him
.
He
sat
up
and
ripped
back
the
curtains
of
his
own
four-poster
,
intending
to
talk
to
Ron
,
to
force
Ron
to
believe
him
-
only
to
find
that
Ron
's
bed
was
empty
;
he
had
obviously
gone
down
to
breakfast
.
Harry
dressed
and
went
down
the
spiral
staircase
into
the
common
room
.
The
moment
he
appeared
,
the
people
who
had
already
finished
breakfast
broke
into
applause
again
.
The
prospect
of
going
down
into
the
Great
Hall
and
facing
the
rest
of
the
Gryffindors
,
all
treating
him
like
some
sort
of
hero
,
was
not
inviting
;
it
was
that
,
however
,
or
stay
here
and
allow
himself
to
be
cornered
by
the
Creevey
brothers
,
who
were
both
beckoning
frantically
to
him
to
join
them
.
He
walked
resolutely
over
to
the
portrait
hole
,
pushed
it
open
,
climbed
out
of
it
,
and
found
himself
face-to-face
with
Hermione
.
"
Hello
,
"
she
said
,
holding
up
a
stack
of
toast
,
which
she
was
carrying
in
a
napkin
.
"
I
brought
you
this
...
.
Want
to
go
for
a
walk
?
"
"
Good
idea
,
"
said
Harry
gratefully
.
They
went
downstairs
,
crossed
the
entrance
hall
quickly
without
looking
in
at
the
Great
Hall
,
and
were
soon
striding
across
the
lawn
toward
the
lake
,
where
the
Durmstrang
ship
was
moored
,
reflected
blackly
in
the
water
.
It
was
a
chilly
morning
,
and
they
kept
moving
,
munching
their
toast
,
as
Harry
told
Hermione
exactly
what
had
happened
after
he
had
left
the
Gryffindor
table
the
night
before
.
To
his
immense
relief
,
Hermione
accepted
his
story
without
question
.
"
Well
,
of
course
I
knew
you
had
n't
entered
yourself
,
"
she
said
when
he
'd
finished
telling
her
about
the
scene
in
the
chamber
off
the
Hall
.
"
The
look
on
your
face
when
Dumbledore
read
out
your
name
!
But
the
question
is
,
who
did
put
it
in
?
Because
Moody
's
right
,
Harry
...
I
do
n't
think
any
student
could
have
done
it
...
they
'd
never
be
able
to
fool
the
Goblet
,
or
get
over
Dumbledore
's
-
"
"
Have
you
seen
Ron
?
"
Harry
interrupted
.
Hermione
hesitated
.
