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"
I
dunno
...
Hogsmeade
?
"
suggested
Ron
,
yawning
.
"
I
've
never
seen
him
going
along
any
of
the
secret
passageway
on
the
map
.
I
thought
they
were
being
watched
now
anyway
?
"
"
Well
then
,
I
dunno
,
"
said
Ron
.
Silence
fell
between
them
.
Harry
stared
up
at
the
circle
of
lamp
light
above
him
,
thinking
...
If
only
he
had
Rufus
Scrimgeour
's
power
,
he
would
have
been
able
to
set
a
tail
upon
Malfoy
,
but
unfortunately
Harry
did
not
have
an
office
full
of
Aurors
at
his
command
...
He
thought
fleetingly
of
trying
to
set
something
up
with
the
D.
A.
,
but
there
again
was
the
problem
that
people
would
be
missed
from
lessons
;
most
of
them
,
after
all
,
still
had
full
schedules
...
There
was
a
low
,
rumbling
snore
from
Ron
's
bed
.
After
a
while
Madam
Pomfrey
came
out
of
her
office
,
this
time
wearing
a
thick
dressing
gown
.
It
was
easiest
to
feign
sleep
;
Harry
rolled
over
onto
his
side
and
listened
to
all
the
curtains
closing
themselves
as
she
waved
her
wand
.
The
lamps
dimmed
,
and
she
returned
to
her
office
;
he
heard
the
door
click
behind
her
and
knew
that
she
was
off
to
bed
.
This
was
,
Harry
reflected
in
the
darkness
,
the
third
time
that
he
had
been
brought
to
the
hospital
wing
because
of
a
Quidditch
injury
.
Last
time
he
had
fallen
off
his
broom
due
to
the
presence
of
dementors
around
the
pitch
,
and
the
time
before
that
,
all
the
bones
had
been
removed
from
his
arm
by
the
incurably
inept
Professor
Lockhart
...
That
had
been
his
most
painful
injury
by
far
...
he
remembered
the
agony
of
regrowing
an
armful
of
bones
in
one
night
,
a
discomfort
not
eased
by
the
arrival
of
an
unexpected
visitor
in
the
middle
of
the
--
Harry
sat
bolt
upright
,
his
heart
pounding
,
his
bandage
turban
askew
.
He
had
the
solution
at
last
:
there
was
a
way
to
have
Malfoy
followed
--
how
could
he
have
forgotten
,
why
had
n't
he
thought
of
it
before
?
But
the
question
was
,
how
to
call
him
?
What
did
you
do
?
Quietly
,
tentatively
,
Harry
spoke
into
the
darkness
.
