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The
trouble
was
that
February
the
twenty-fourth
looked
a
lot
closer
from
this
side
of
Christmas
,
and
he
still
had
n't
done
anything
about
working
out
the
clue
inside
the
golden
egg
.
He
therefore
started
taking
the
egg
out
of
his
trunk
every
time
he
went
up
to
the
dormitory
,
opening
it
,
and
listening
intently
,
hoping
that
this
time
it
would
make
some
sense
.
He
strained
to
think
what
the
sound
reminded
him
of
,
apart
from
thirty
musical
saws
,
but
he
had
never
heard
anything
else
like
it
.
He
closed
the
egg
,
shook
it
vigorously
,
and
opened
it
again
to
see
if
the
sound
had
changed
,
but
it
had
n't
.
He
tried
asking
the
egg
questions
,
shouting
over
all
the
wailing
,
but
nothing
happened
.
He
even
threw
the
egg
across
the
room
-
though
he
had
n't
really
expected
that
to
help
.
Harry
had
not
forgotten
the
hint
that
Cedric
had
given
him
,
but
his
less-than-friendly
feelings
toward
Cedric
just
now
meant
that
he
was
keen
not
to
take
his
help
if
he
could
avoid
it
.
In
any
case
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
if
Cedric
had
really
wanted
to
give
Harry
a
hand
,
he
would
have
been
a
lot
more
explicit
.
He
,
Harry
,
had
told
Cedric
exactly
what
was
coming
in
the
first
task
-
and
Cedric
's
idea
of
a
fair
exchange
had
been
to
tell
Harry
to
take
a
bath
.
Well
,
he
did
n't
need
that
sort
of
rubbishy
help
-
not
from
someone
who
kept
walking
down
corridors
hand
in
hand
with
Cho
,
anyway
.
And
so
the
first
day
of
the
new
term
arrived
,
and
Harry
set
off
to
lessons
,
weighed
down
with
books
,
parchment
,
and
quills
as
usual
,
but
also
with
the
lurking
worry
of
the
egg
heavy
in
his
stomach
,
as
though
he
were
carrying
that
around
with
him
too
.
Snow
was
still
thick
upon
the
grounds
,
and
the
greenhouse
windows
were
covered
in
condensation
so
thick
that
they
could
n't
see
out
of
them
in
Herbology
.
Nobody
was
looking
forward
to
Care
of
Magical
Creatures
much
in
this
weather
,
though
as
Ron
said
,
the
skrewts
would
probably
warm
them
up
nicely
,
either
by
chasing
them
,
or
blasting
off
so
forcefully
that
Hagrid
's
cabin
would
catch
fire
.
When
they
arrived
at
Hagrid
's
cabin
,
however
,
they
found
an
elderly
witch
with
closely
cropped
gray
hair
and
a
very
prominent
chin
standing
before
his
front
door
.
"
Hurry
up
,
now
,
the
bell
rang
five
minutes
ago
,
"
she
barked
at
them
as
they
struggled
toward
her
through
the
snow
.
"
Who
're
you
?
"
said
Ron
,
staring
at
her
.
"
Where
's
Hagrid
?
"
"
My
name
is
Professor
Grubbly-Plank
,
"
she
said
briskly
.
"
I
am
your
temporary
Care
of
Magical
Creatures
teacher
.
"
"
Where
's
Hagrid
?
"
Harry
repeated
loudly
.
"
He
is
indisposed
,
"
said
Professor
Grubbly-Plank
shortly
.
