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'
Well
,
why
did
n't
you
do
any
last
night
?
'
Hermione
asked
him
.
'
Where
were
you
,
anyway
?
'
'
I
was
...
I
fancied
a
walk
,
'
said
Ron
shiftily
.
Harry
had
the
distinct
impression
that
he
was
not
alone
in
concealing
things
at
the
moment
.
The
second
detention
was
just
as
bad
as
the
previous
one
.
The
skin
on
the
back
of
Harry
's
hand
became
irritated
more
quickly
now
and
was
soon
red
and
inflamed
.
Harry
thought
it
unlikely
that
it
would
keep
healing
as
effectively
for
long
.
Soon
the
cut
would
remain
etched
into
his
hand
and
Umbridge
would
,
perhaps
,
be
satisfied
.
He
let
no
gasp
of
pain
escape
him
,
however
,
and
from
the
moment
of
entering
the
room
to
the
moment
of
his
dismissal
,
again
past
midnight
,
he
said
nothing
but
'
good
evening
'
and
'
goodnight
'
.
His
homework
situation
,
however
,
was
now
desperate
,
and
when
he
returned
to
the
Gryffindor
common
room
he
did
not
,
though
exhausted
,
go
to
bed
,
but
opened
his
books
and
began
Snape
's
moonstone
essay
.
It
was
half
past
two
by
the
time
he
had
finished
it
.
He
knew
he
had
done
a
poor
job
,
but
there
was
no
help
for
it
;
unless
he
had
something
to
give
in
he
would
be
in
detention
with
Snape
next
.
He
then
dashed
off
answers
to
the
questions
Professor
McGonagall
had
set
them
,
cobbled
together
something
on
the
proper
handling
of
Bowtruckles
for
Professor
Grubbly-Plank
,
and
staggered
up
to
bed
,
where
he
fell
fully
clothed
on
top
of
the
covers
and
fell
asleep
immediately
.
Thursday
passed
in
a
haze
of
tiredness
.
Ron
seemed
very
sleepy
too
,
though
Harry
could
not
see
why
he
should
be
.
Harry
's
third
detention
passed
in
the
same
way
as
the
previous
two
,
except
that
after
two
hours
the
words
'
I
must
not
tell
lies
'
did
not
fade
from
the
back
of
Harry
's
hand
,
but
remained
scratched
there
,
oozing
droplets
of
blood
.
The
pause
in
the
pointed
quills
scratching
made
Professor
Umbridge
look
up
.
'
Ah
,
'
she
said
softly
,
moving
around
her
desk
to
examine
his
hand
herself
.
'
Good
.
That
ought
to
serve
as
a
reminder
to
you
,
ought
n't
it
?
You
may
leave
for
tonight
.
'
'D
o
I
still
have
to
come
back
tomorrow
?
'
said
Harry
,
picking
up
his
schoolbag
with
his
left
hand
rather
than
his
smarting
right
one
.
'
Oh
yes
,
'
said
Professor
Umbridge
,
smiling
as
widely
as
before
.
'
Yes
,
I
think
we
can
etch
the
message
a
little
deeper
with
another
evenings
work
.
'
