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"
Yeah
,
that
's
right
!
"
Harry
found
himself
shouting
as
he
wheeled
around
in
the
corridor
,
having
had
just
about
enough
.
"
I
've
just
been
crying
my
eyes
out
over
my
dead
mum
,
and
I
'm
just
off
to
do
a
bit
more
...
"
"
No
-
it
was
just
-
you
dropped
your
quill
.
"
It
was
Cho
.
Harry
felt
the
color
rising
in
his
face
.
"
Oh
-
right
-
sorry
,
"
he
muttered
,
taking
the
quill
back
.
"
Er
...
good
luck
on
Tuesday
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
really
hope
you
do
well
.
"
Which
left
Harry
feeling
extremely
stupid
.
Hermione
had
come
in
for
her
fair
share
of
unpleasantness
too
,
but
she
had
n't
yet
started
yelling
at
innocent
bystanders
;
in
fact
,
Harry
was
full
of
admiration
for
the
way
she
was
handling
the
situation
.
"
Stunningly
pretty
?
Her
?
"
Pansy
Parkinson
had
shrieked
the
first
time
she
had
come
face-to-face
with
Hermione
after
Rita
's
article
had
appeared
.
"
What
was
she
judging
against
-
a
chipmunk
?
"
"
Ignore
it
,
"
Hermione
said
in
a
dignified
voice
,
holding
her
head
in
the
air
and
stalking
past
the
sniggering
Slytherin
girls
as
though
she
could
n't
hear
them
.
"
Just
ignore
it
,
Harry
.
"
But
Harry
could
n't
ignore
it
.
Ron
had
n't
spoken
to
him
at
all
since
he
had
told
him
about
Snape
's
detentions
.
