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'
Oh
,
for
heaven
's
sake
,
Harry
,
you
can
do
better
than
her
,
'
said
Hermione
.
'
Ginny
's
told
me
all
about
her
;
apparently
,
she
'll
only
believe
in
things
as
long
as
there
's
no
proof
at
all
.
Well
,
I
would
n't
expect
anything
else
from
someone
whose
father
runs
The
Quibbler
.
'
Harry
thought
of
the
sinister
winged
horses
he
had
seen
on
the
night
he
had
arrived
and
how
Luna
had
said
she
could
see
them
too
.
His
spirits
sank
slightly
.
Had
she
been
lying
?
But
before
he
could
devote
much
more
thought
to
the
matter
,
Ernie
Macmillan
had
stepped
up
to
him
.
'
I
want
you
to
know
,
Potter
,
'
he
said
in
a
loud
,
carrying
voice
,
'
that
it
's
not
only
weirdos
who
support
you
.
I
personally
believe
you
one
hundred
per
cent
.
My
family
have
always
stood
firm
behind
Dumbledore
,
and
so
do
I.
'
'
Er
--
thanks
very
much
,
Ernie
,
'
said
Harry
,
taken
aback
but
pleased
.
Ernie
might
be
pompous
on
occasions
like
this
,
but
Harry
was
in
a
mood
to
deeply
appreciate
a
vote
of
confidence
from
somebody
who
did
not
have
radishes
dangling
from
their
ears
.
Ernie
's
words
had
certainly
wiped
the
smile
from
Lavender
Browns
face
and
as
he
turned
to
talk
to
Ron
and
Hermione
,
Harry
caught
Seamus
's
expression
,
which
looked
both
confused
and
defiant
.
To
nobody
's
surprise
,
Professor
Sprout
started
their
lesson
by
lecturing
them
about
the
importance
of
OWLs
.
Harry
wished
all
the
teachers
would
stop
doing
this
;
he
was
starting
to
get
an
anxious
,
twisted
feeling
in
his
stomach
every
time
he
remembered
how
much
homework
he
had
to
do
,
a
feeling
that
worsened
dramatically
when
Professor
Sprout
gave
them
yet
another
essay
at
the
end
of
class
.
Tired
and
smelling
strongly
of
dragon
dung
,
Professor
Sprouts
preferred
type
of
fertiliser
,
the
Gryffindors
trooped
back
up
to
the
castle
an
hour
and
a
half
later
,
none
of
them
talking
very
much
;
it
had
been
another
long
day
.
As
Harry
was
starving
,
and
he
had
his
first
detention
with
Umbridge
at
five
o'clock
,
he
headed
straight
for
dinner
without
dropping
off
his
bag
in
Gryffindor
Tower
so
that
he
could
bolt
something
down
before
facing
whatever
she
had
in
store
for
him
.
He
had
barely
reached
the
entrance
of
the
Great
Hall
,
however
,
when
a
loud
and
angry
voice
yelled
,
'
Oi
,
Potter
!
'
'
What
now
?
'
he
muttered
wearily
,
turning
to
face
Angelina
Johnson
,
who
looked
as
though
she
was
in
a
towering
temper
.
'
I
'll
tell
you
what
now
,
'
she
said
,
marching
straight
up
to
him
and
poking
him
hard
in
the
chest
with
her
finger
.
'
How
come
you
've
landed
yourself
in
detention
for
five
o'clock
on
Friday
?
'
'
What
?
'
said
Harry
.
'
Why
...
oh
yeah
,
Keeper
tryouts
!
'
'N
ow
he
remembers
!
'
snarled
Angelina
.
'D
id
n't
I
tell
you
I
wanted
to
do
a
tryout
with
the
whole
team
,
and
find
someone
who
fitted
in
with
everyone?Didn
'
t
I
tell
you
I
'd
booked
the
Quidditch
pitch
specially
?
And
now
you
've
decided
you
're
not
going
to
be
there
!
'
