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So
Harry
,
thinking
that
he
would
soon
have
had
enough
of
the
library
to
last
him
a
lifetime
,
buried
himself
once
more
among
the
dusty
volumes
,
looking
for
any
spell
that
might
enable
a
human
to
survive
without
oxygen
.
However
,
though
he
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
searched
through
their
lunchtimes
,
evenings
,
and
whole
weekends
-
though
Harry
asked
Professor
McGonagall
for
a
note
of
permission
to
use
the
Restricted
Section
,
and
even
asked
the
irritable
,
vulture-like
librarian
.
Madam
Pince
,
for
help
-
they
found
nothing
whatsoever
that
would
enable
Harry
to
spend
an
hour
underwater
and
live
to
tell
the
tale
.
Familiar
flutterings
of
panic
were
starting
to
disturb
Harry
now
,
and
he
was
finding
it
difficult
to
concentrate
in
class
again
.
The
lake
,
which
Harry
had
always
taken
for
granted
as
just
another
feature
of
the
grounds
,
drew
his
eyes
whenever
he
was
near
a
classroom
window
,
a
great
,
iron-gray
mass
of
chilly
water
,
whose
dark
and
icy
depths
were
starting
to
seem
as
distant
as
the
moon
.
Just
as
it
had
before
he
faced
the
Horntail
,
time
was
slipping
away
as
though
somebody
had
bewitched
the
clocks
to
go
extra-fast
.
There
was
a
week
to
go
before
February
the
twenty-fourth
(
there
was
still
time
)
...
there
were
five
days
to
go
(
he
was
bound
to
find
something
soon
)
...
three
days
to
go
(
please
let
me
find
something
...
please
)
...
With
two
days
left
.
Harry
started
to
go
off
food
again
.
The
only
good
thing
about
breakfast
on
Monday
was
the
return
of
the
brown
owl
he
had
sent
to
Sirius
.
He
pulled
off
the
parchment
,
unrolled
it
,
and
saw
the
shortest
letter
Sirius
had
ever
written
to
him
.
Send
date
of
next
Hogsmeade
weekend
by
return
owl
.
Harry
turned
the
parchment
over
and
looked
at
the
back
,
hoping
to
see
something
else
,
but
it
was
blank
.
"
Weekend
after
next
,
"
whispered
Hermione
,
who
had
read
the
note
over
Harry
's
shoulder
.
"
Here
-
take
my
quill
and
send
this
owl
back
straight
away
.
"
Harry
scribbled
the
dates
down
on
the
back
of
Sirius
's
letter
,
tied
it
onto
the
brown
owl
's
leg
,
and
watched
it
take
flight
again
.
What
had
he
expected
?
Advice
on
how
to
survive
underwater
?
He
had
been
so
intent
on
telling
Sirius
all
about
Snape
and
Moody
he
had
completely
forgotten
to
mention
the
egg
's
clue
.
