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"
Er
-
no
,
"
said
Harry
,
grinning
.
"
I
've
been
working
out
the
clue
.
"
Moody
winked
at
him
,
his
magical
eye
going
haywire
again
.
"
Nothing
like
a
nighttime
stroll
to
give
you
ideas
,
Potter
...
.
See
you
in
the
morning
...
.
"
He
went
back
into
his
office
,
staring
down
at
the
Marauders
Map
again
,
and
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
Harry
walked
slowly
back
to
Gryffindor
Tower
,
lost
in
thought
about
Snape
,
and
Crouch
,
and
what
it
all
meant
...
.
Why
was
Crouch
pretending
to
be
ill
,
if
he
could
manage
to
get
to
Hogwarts
when
he
wanted
to
?
What
did
he
think
Snape
was
concealing
in
his
office
?
And
Moody
thought
he
.
Harry
,
ought
to
be
an
Auror
!
Interesting
idea
...
but
somehow
Harry
thought
,
as
he
got
quietly
into
his
four-poster
ten
minutes
later
,
the
egg
and
the
cloak
now
safely
back
in
his
trunk
,
he
thought
he
'd
like
to
check
how
scarred
the
rest
of
them
were
before
he
chose
it
as
a
career
.
"
You
said
you
'd
already
worked
out
that
egg
clue
!
"
said
Hermione
indignantly
.
"
Keep
your
voice
down
!
"
said
Harry
crossly
.
"
I
just
need
to
-
sort
of
fine-tune
it
,
all
right
?
"
He
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
were
sitting
at
the
very
back
of
the
Charms
class
with
a
table
to
themselves
.
They
were
supposed
to
be
practicing
the
opposite
of
the
Summoning
Charm
today
-
the
Banishing
Charm
.
Owing
to
the
potential
for
nasty
accidents
when
objects
kept
flying
across
the
room
.
Professor
Flitwick
had
given
each
student
a
stack
of
cushions
on
which
to
practice
,
the
theory
being
that
these
would
n't
hurt
anyone
if
they
went
off
target
.
It
was
a
good
theory
,
but
it
was
n't
working
very
well
.
Neville
's
aim
was
so
poor
that
he
kept
accidentally
sending
much
heavier
things
flying
across
the
room
-
Professor
Flitwick
,
for
instance
.
"
Just
forget
the
egg
for
a
minute
,
all
right
?
"
Harry
hissed
as
Professor
Flitwick
went
whizzing
resignedly
past
them
,
landing
on
top
of
a
large
cabinet
.
"
I
'm
trying
to
tell
you
about
Snape
and
Moody
...
.
"
