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'
Told
you
already
,
we
're
not
fussed
about
NEWTs
,
'
said
Fred
.
'
The
Snackboxes
are
ready
to
roll
,
we
found
out
how
to
get
rid
of
those
boils
,
just
a
couple
of
drops
of
Murtlap
essence
sorts
them
,
Lee
put
us
on
to
it
.
'
George
yawned
widely
and
looked
out
disconsolately
at
the
cloudy
night
sky
.
'
I
dunno
if
I
even
want
to
watch
this
match
.
If
Zacharias
Smith
beats
us
I
might
have
to
kill
myself
.
'
'
Kill
him
,
more
like
,
'
said
Fred
firmly
.
'
That
's
the
trouble
with
Quidditch
,
'
said
Hermione
absent-mindedly
,
once
again
bent
over
her
Runes
translation
,
'
it
creates
all
this
bad
feeling
and
tension
between
the
houses
.
'
She
looked
up
to
find
her
copy
of
Spellman
's
Syllabary
,
and
caught
Fred
,
George
and
Harry
all
staring
at
her
with
expressions
of
mingled
disgust
and
incredulity
on
their
faces
.
'
Well
,
it
does
!
'
she
said
impatiently
.
'
It
's
only
a
game
,
is
n't
it
?
'
'
Hermione
,
'
said
Harry
,
shaking
his
head
,
'
you
're
good
on
feelings
and
stuff
,
but
you
just
do
n't
understand
about
Quidditch
.
'
'M
aybe
not
,
'
she
said
darkly
,
returning
to
her
translation
,
'
but
at
least
my
happiness
does
n't
depend
on
Ron
's
goalkeeping
ability
.
'
