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"
Gwenog
Jones
?
"
said
Ron
,
his
eyes
widening
under
his
own
goggles
.
"
The
Gwenog
Jones
?
Captain
of
the
Holyhead
Harpies
?
"
"
That
's
right
,
"
said
Hermione
.
"
Personally
,
I
thought
she
was
a
bit
full
of
herself
,
but
--
"
"
Quite
enough
chat
over
here
!
"
said
Professor
Sprout
briskly
,
bustling
over
and
looking
stern
.
"
You
're
lagging
behind
,
everybody
else
has
started
,
and
Neville
's
already
got
his
first
pod
!
"
They
looked
around
;
sure
enough
,
there
sat
Neville
with
a
bloody
lip
and
several
nasty
scratches
along
the
side
of
his
face
,
but
clutching
an
unpleasantly
pulsating
green
object
about
the
size
of
a
grapefruit
.
"
Okay
,
Professor
,
we
're
starting
now
!
"
said
Ron
,
adding
quietly
,
when
she
had
turned
away
again
,
"
Should
've
used
Muffliato
,
Harry
.
"
"
No
,
we
should
n't
!
"
said
Hermione
at
once
,
looking
,
as
she
always
did
,
intensely
cross
at
the
thought
of
the
Half-Blood
Prince
and
his
spells
.
"
Well
,
come
on
...
we
'd
better
get
going
...
"
She
gave
the
other
two
an
apprehensive
look
;
they
all
took
deep
breaths
and
then
dived
at
the
gnarled
stump
between
them
.
It
sprang
to
life
at
once
;
long
,
prickly
,
bramble-like
vines
flew
out
of
the
top
and
whipped
through
the
air
.
One
tangled
itself
in
Hermione
's
hair
,
and
Ron
beat
it
back
with
a
pair
of
secateurs
;
Harry
succeeded
in
trapping
a
couple
of
vines
and
knotting
them
together
;
a
hole
opened
in
the
middle
of
all
the
tentacle-like
branches
;
Hermione
plunged
her
arm
bravely
into
this
hole
,
which
closed
like
a
trap
around
her
elbow
;
Harry
and
Ron
tugged
and
wrenched
at
the
vines
,
forcing
the
hole
to
open
again
,
and
Hermione
snatched
her
arm
free
,
clutching
in
her
fingers
a
pod
just
like
Neville
's
.
At
once
,
the
prickly
vines
shot
back
inside
,
and
the
gnarled
stump
sat
there
looking
like
an
innocently
dead
lump
of
wood
.
