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'
Yes
,
it
hurts
,
does
n't
it
?
'
she
said
softly
.
He
did
not
answer
.
His
heart
was
thumping
very
hard
and
fast
.
Was
she
talking
about
his
hand
or
did
she
know
what
he
had
just
felt
in
his
forehead
?
'
Well
,
I
think
I
've
made
my
point
,
Mr.
Potter
.
You
may
go
.
'
He
caught
up
his
schoolbag
and
left
the
room
as
quickly
as
he
could
.
Stay
calm
,
he
told
himself
,
as
he
sprinted
up
the
stairs
.
Stay
calm
,
it
does
n't
necessarily
mean
what
you
think
it
means
...
'M
imbulus
mimbletonia
!
'
he
gasped
at
the
Fat
Lady
,
who
swung
forwards
once
more
.
A
roar
of
sound
greeted
him
.
Ron
came
running
towards
him
,
beaming
all
over
his
face
and
slopping
Butterbeer
down
his
front
from
the
goblet
he
was
clutching
.
'
Harry
,
I
did
it
,
I
'm
in
,
I
'm
Keeper
!
'
'
What
?
Oh
--
brilliant
!
'
said
Harry
,
trying
to
smile
naturally
,
while
his
heart
continued
to
race
and
his
hand
throbbed
and
bled
.
'
Have
a
Butterbeer
.
'
Ron
pressed
a
bottle
on
him
.
