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Ron
was
standing
against
the
wall
with
Dean
and
Seamus
.
He
was
n't
laughing
,
but
he
was
n't
sticking
up
for
Harry
either
.
"
Want
one
,
Granger
?
"
said
Malfoy
,
holding
out
a
badge
to
Hermione
.
"
I
've
got
loads
.
But
do
n't
touch
my
hand
,
now
.
I
've
just
washed
it
,
you
see
;
do
n't
want
a
Mudblood
sliming
it
up
.
"
Some
of
the
anger
Harry
had
been
feeling
for
days
and
days
seemed
to
burst
through
a
dam
in
his
chest
.
He
had
reached
for
his
wand
before
he
'd
thought
what
he
was
doing
.
People
all
around
them
scrambled
out
of
the
way
,
backing
down
the
corridor
.
"
Harry
!
"
Hermione
said
warningly
.
"
Go
on
,
then
,
Potter
,
"
Malfoy
said
quietly
,
drawing
out
his
own
wand
.
"
Moody
's
not
here
to
look
after
you
now
-
do
it
,
if
you
've
got
the
guts
-
"
For
a
split
second
,
they
looked
into
each
other
's
eyes
,
then
,
at
exactly
the
same
time
,
both
acted
.
"
Funnunculus
!
"
Harry
yelled
.
"
Densaugeo
!
"
screamed
Malfoy
.
Jets
of
light
shot
from
both
wands
,
hit
each
other
in
midair
,
and
ricocheted
off
at
angles
-
Harry
's
hit
Goyle
in
the
face
,
and
Malfoy
's
hit
Hermione
.
Goyle
bellowed
and
put
his
hands
to
his
nose
,
where
great
ugly
boils
were
springing
up
-
Hermione
,
whimpering
in
panic
,
was
clutching
her
mouth
.
"
Hermione
!
"
