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And
he
went
back
over
to
Ron
,
feeling
that
this
ball
was
a
lot
more
trouble
than
it
was
worth
,
and
hoping
very
much
that
Padma
Patil
's
nose
was
dead
center
.
Despite
the
very
heavy
load
of
homework
that
the
fourth
years
had
been
given
for
the
holidays
.
Harry
was
in
no
mood
to
work
when
term
ended
,
and
spent
the
week
leading
up
to
Christmas
enjoying
himself
as
fully
as
possible
along
with
everyone
else
.
Gryffindor
Tower
was
hardly
less
crowded
now
than
during
term-time
;
it
seemed
to
have
shrunk
slightly
too
,
as
its
inhabitants
were
being
so
much
rowdier
than
usual
.
Fred
and
George
had
had
a
great
success
with
their
Canary
Creams
,
and
for
the
first
couple
of
days
of
the
holidays
,
people
kept
bursting
into
feather
all
over
the
place
.
Before
long
,
however
,
all
the
Gryffindors
had
learned
to
treat
food
anybody
else
offered
them
with
extreme
caution
,
in
case
it
had
a
Canary
Cream
concealed
in
the
center
,
and
George
confided
to
Harry
that
he
and
Fred
were
now
working
on
developing
something
else
.
Harry
made
a
mental
note
never
to
accept
so
much
as
a
crisp
from
Fred
and
George
in
future
.
He
still
had
n't
forgotten
Dudley
and
the
Ton-Tongue
Toffee
.
Snow
was
falling
thickly
upon
the
castle
and
its
grounds
now
.
The
pale
blue
Beauxbatons
carriage
looked
like
a
large
,
chilly
,
frosted
pumpkin
next
to
the
iced
gingerbread
house
that
was
Hagrid
's
cabin
,
while
the
Durmstrang
ship
's
portholes
were
glazed
with
ice
,
the
rigging
white
with
frost
.
The
house-elves
down
in
the
kitchen
were
outdoing
themselves
with
a
series
of
rich
,
warming
stews
and
savory
puddings
,
and
only
Fleur
Delacour
seemed
to
be
able
to
find
anything
to
complain
about
.
"
It
is
too
'
eavy
,
all
zis
'
Ogwarts
food
,
"
they
heard
her
saying
grumpily
as
they
left
the
Great
Hall
behind
her
one
evening
(
Ron
skulking
behind
Harry
,
keen
not
to
be
spotted
by
Fleur
)
.
"
I
will
not
fit
into
my
dress
robes
!
"
"
Oooh
there
's
a
tragedy
,
"
Hermione
snapped
as
Fleur
went
out
into
the
entrance
hall
.
"
She
really
thinks
a
lot
of
herself
,
that
one
,
does
n't
she
?
"
"
Hermione
-
who
are
you
going
to
the
ball
with
?
"
said
Ron
.
He
kept
springing
this
question
on
her
,
hoping
to
startle
her
into
a
response
by
asking
it
when
she
least
expected
it
.
However
,
Hermione
merely
frowned
and
said
,
"
I
'm
not
telling
you
,
you
'll
just
make
fun
of
me
.
"
"
You
're
joking
,
Weasley
!
"
said
Malfoy
,
behind
them
.
"
You
're
not
telling
me
someone
's
asked
that
to
the
ball
?
Not
the
long-molared
Mudblood
?
"
Harry
and
Ron
both
whipped
around
,
but
Hermione
said
loudly
,
waving
to
somebody
over
Malfoy
's
shoulder
,
"
Hello
,
Professor
Moody
!
"
Malfoy
went
pale
and
jumped
backward
,
looking
wildly
around
for
Moody
,
but
he
was
still
up
at
the
staff
table
,
finishing
his
stew
.
