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"
Well
,
I
certainly
expect
you
to
win
your
first
match
after
all
the
hard
work
!
"
said
Slughorn
.
"
But
a
little
recreation
never
hurt
any
body
.
Now
,
how
about
Monday
night
,
you
ca
n't
possibly
want
to
practice
in
this
weather
...
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
,
Professor
,
I
've
got
--
er
--
an
appointment
with
Professor
Dumbledore
that
evening
.
"
"
Unlucky
again
!
"
cried
Slughorn
dramatically
.
"
Ah
,
well
...
you
ca
n't
evade
me
forever
,
Harry
!
"
And
with
a
regal
wave
,
he
waddled
out
of
the
shop
,
taking
as
little
notice
of
Ron
as
though
he
had
been
a
display
of
Cockroach
Clusters
.
"
I
ca
n't
believe
you
've
wriggled
out
of
another
one
,
"
said
Hermione
,
shaking
her
head
.
"
They
're
not
that
bad
,
you
know
...
they
're
even
quite
fun
sometimes
...
"
But
then
she
caught
sight
of
Ron
's
expression
.
"
Oh
,
look
--
they
've
got
Deluxe
Sugar
Quills
--
those
would
last
hours
!
"
Glad
that
Hermione
had
changed
the
subject
,
Harry
showed
much
more
interest
in
the
new
extra-large
Sugar
Quills
than
he
would
normally
have
done
,
but
Ron
continued
to
look
moody
and
merely
shrugged
when
Hermione
asked
him
where
he
wanted
to
go
next
.
"
Let
's
go
to
the
Three
Broomsticks
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
It
'll
be
warm
.
"
They
bundled
their
scarves
back
over
their
faces
and
left
the
sweetshop
.
The
bitter
wind
was
like
knives
on
their
faces
after
the
sugary
warmth
of
Honeydukes
.
The
street
was
not
very
busy
;
nobody
was
lingering
to
chat
,
just
hurrying
toward
their
destinations
.
The
exceptions
were
two
men
a
little
ahead
of
them
,
standing
just
outside
the
Three
Broomsticks
.
One
was
very
tall
and
thin
;
squinting
through
his
rain-washed
glasses
Harry
recognized
the
barman
who
worked
in
the
other
Hogsmeade
pub
,
the
Hog
's
Head
.
As
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
drew
closer
,
the
barman
drew
his
cloak
more
tightly
around
his
neck
and
walked
away
,
leaving
the
shorter
man
to
fumble
with
something
in
his
arms
.
They
were
barely
feet
from
him
when
Harry
realized
who
the
man
was
.
"
Mundungus
!
"
