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"
I
know
what
this
is
about
,
"
said
Harry
.
He
nudged
Ron
and
pointed
to
the
painting
just
behind
Hermione
.
It
showed
a
gigantic
silver
fruit
bowl
.
"
Hermione
!
"
said
Ron
,
cottoning
on
.
"
You
're
trying
to
rope
us
into
that
spew
stuff
again
!
"
"
No
,
no
,
I
'm
not
!
"
she
said
hastily
.
"
And
it
's
not
spew
,
Ron
-
"
"
Changed
the
name
,
have
you
?
"
said
Ron
,
frowning
at
her
.
"
What
are
we
now
,
then
,
the
House-Elf
Liberation
Front
?
I
'm
not
barging
into
that
kitchen
and
trying
to
make
them
stop
work
,
I
'm
not
doing
it
-
"
"
I
'm
not
asking
you
to
!
"
Hermione
said
impatiently
.
"
I
came
down
here
just
now
,
to
talk
to
them
all
,
and
I
found
-
oh
come
on
,
Harry
,
I
want
to
show
you
!
"
She
seized
his
arm
again
,
pulled
him
in
front
of
the
picture
of
the
giant
fruit
bowl
,
stretched
out
her
forefinger
,
and
tickled
the
huge
green
pear
.
It
began
to
squirm
,
chuckling
,
and
suddenly
turned
into
a
large
green
door
handle
.
Hermione
seized
it
,
pulled
the
door
open
,
and
pushed
Harry
hard
in
the
back
,
forcing
him
inside
.
He
had
one
brief
glimpse
of
an
enormous
,
high-ceilinged
room
,
large
as
the
Great
Hall
above
it
,
with
mounds
of
glittering
brass
pots
and
pans
heaped
around
the
stone
walls
,
and
a
great
brick
fireplace
at
the
other
end
,
when
something
small
hurtled
toward
him
from
the
middle
of
the
room
,
squealing
,
"
Harry
Potter
,
sir
!
Harry
Potter
!
"
Next
second
all
the
wind
had
been
knocked
out
of
him
as
the
squealing
elf
hit
him
hard
in
the
midriff
,
hugging
him
so
tightly
he
thought
his
ribs
would
break
.
