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'
Hagrid
,
'
said
Harry
,
unable
to
stop
himself
,
'
where
are
you
getting
all
these
injuries
?
'
'
Eh
?
'
said
Hagrid
,
looking
startled
.
'
Wha
'
injuries
?
'
'
All
those
!
'
said
Harry
,
pointing
at
Hagrid
's
face
.
'
Oh
...
tha
's
jus
'
normal
bumps
an
'
bruises
,
Harry
,
'
said
Hagrid
dismissively
'
I
got
a
rough
job
.
'
He
drained
his
tankard
,
set
it
back
on
the
table
and
got
to
his
feet
.
'
I
'll
be
seein
'
yeh
,
Harry
...
take
care
now
.
'
And
he
lumbered
out
of
the
pub
looking
wretched
,
and
disappeared
into
the
torrential
rain
.
Harry
watched
him
go
,
feeling
miserable
.
Hagrid
was
unhappy
and
he
was
hiding
something
,
but
he
seemed
determined
not
to
accept
help
.
What
was
going
on
?
But
before
Harry
could
think
about
it
any
further
,
he
heard
a
voice
calling
his
name
.
'
Harry
!
Harry
,
over
here
!
'
Hermione
was
waving
at
him
from
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
He
got
up
and
made
his
way
towards
her
through
the
crowded
pub
.
He
was
still
a
few
tables
away
when
he
realised
that
Hermione
was
not
alone
.
She
was
sitting
at
a
table
with
the
unlikeliest
pair
of
drinking
mates
he
could
ever
have
imagined
:
Luna
Lovegood
and
none
other
than
Rita
Skeeter
,
ex-journalist
on
the
Daily
Prophet
and
one
of
Hermione
's
least
favourite
people
in
the
world
.
