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The
veiled
witch
sitting
alone
shifted
very
slightly
in
her
seat
.
'
And
did
you
kill
a
Basilisk
with
that
sword
in
Dumbledore
's
office
?
'
demanded
Terry
Boot
.
'
That
's
what
one
of
the
portraits
on
the
wall
told
me
when
I
was
in
there
last
year
...
'
'
Er
--
yeah
,
I
did
,
yeah
,
'
said
Harry
.
Justin
Finch-Fletchley
whistled
;
the
Creevey
brothers
exchanged
awestruck
looks
and
Lavender
Brown
said
'
Wow
!
'
softly
.
Harry
was
feeling
slightly
hot
around
the
collar
now
;
he
was
determinedly
looking
anywhere
but
at
Cho
.
'
And
in
our
first
year
,
'
said
Neville
to
the
group
at
large
,
'
he
saved
that
Philological
Stone
--
'
'
Philosopher
's
,
'
hissed
Hermione
.
'
Yes
,
that
--
from
You-Know-Who
,
'
finished
Neville
.
Hannah
Abbotts
eyes
were
as
round
as
Galleons
.
'
And
that
's
not
to
mention
,
'
said
Cho
(
Harry
's
eyes
snapped
across
to
her
;
she
was
looking
at
him
,
smiling
;
his
stomach
did
another
somersault
)
'
all
the
tasks
he
had
to
get
through
in
the
Triwizard
Tournament
last
year
--
getting
past
dragons
and
merpeople
and
Acromantula
and
things
...
'
There
was
a
murmur
of
impressed
agreement
around
the
table
.
Harry
's
insides
were
squirming
.
He
was
trying
to
arrange
his
face
so
that
he
did
not
look
too
pleased
with
himself
.
The
fact
that
Cho
had
just
praised
him
made
it
much
,
much
harder
for
him
to
say
the
thing
he
had
sworn
to
himself
he
would
tell
them
.
