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'N
o
real
use
?
'
said
Ron
in
a
strained
voice
.
'
Hermione
,
they
've
made
about
twenty-six
Galleons
already
.
'
It
was
a
long
while
before
the
crowd
around
the
Weasley
twins
dispersed
,
then
Fred
,
Lee
and
George
sat
up
counting
their
takings
even
longer
,
so
it
was
well
past
midnight
when
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
finally
had
the
common
room
to
themselves
.
At
long
last
,
Fred
had
closed
the
doorway
to
the
boys
'
dormitories
behind
him
,
rattling
his
box
of
Galleons
ostentatiously
so
that
Hermione
scowled
.
Harry
,
who
was
making
very
little
progress
with
his
Potions
essay
,
decided
to
give
it
up
for
the
night
.
As
he
put
his
books
away
,
Ron
,
who
was
dozing
lightly
in
an
armchair
,
gave
a
muffled
grunt
,
awoke
,
and
looked
blearily
into
the
fire
.
'S
irius
!
'
he
said
.
Harry
whipped
round
.
Sirius
's
untidy
dark
head
was
sitting
in
the
fire
again
.
'
Hi
,
'
he
said
,
grinning
.
'
Hi
,
'
chorused
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
,
all
three
kneeling
down
on
the
hearthrug
.
Crookshanks
purred
loudly
and
approached
the
fire
,
trying
,
despite
the
heat
,
to
put
his
face
close
to
Sirius
's
.
'
How
're
things
?
'
said
Sirius
.
'N
ot
that
good
,
'
said
Harry
,
as
Hermione
pulled
Crookshanks
back
to
stop
him
singeing
his
whiskers
.
'
The
Ministry
's
forced
through
another
decree
,
which
means
we
're
not
allowed
to
have
Quidditch
teams
--
'
'
Or
secret
Defence
Against
the
Dark
Arts
groups
?
'
Said
Sirius
.
There
was
a
short
pause
.
