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'
You
were
only
muttering
a
bit
,
'
he
mumbled
apologetically
.
'S
omething
about
"
just
a
bit
further
"
.
'
'
I
dreamed
I
was
watching
you
lot
play
Quidditch
,
'
Harry
lied
brutally
.
'
I
was
trying
to
get
you
to
stretch
out
a
bit
further
to
grab
the
Quaffle
.
'
Ron
's
ears
went
red
.
Harry
felt
a
kind
of
vindictive
pleasure
;
he
had
not
,
of
course
,
dreamed
anything
of
the
sort
.
Last
night
,
he
had
once
again
made
the
journey
along
the
Department
of
Mysteries
corridor
.
He
had
passed
through
the
circular
room
,
then
the
room
full
of
clicking
and
dancing
light
,
until
he
found
himself
again
inside
that
cavernous
room
full
of
shelves
on
which
were
ranged
dusty
glass
spheres
.
He
had
hurried
straight
towards
row
number
ninety-seven
,
turned
left
and
run
along
it
...
it
had
probably
been
then
that
he
had
spoken
aloud
...
just
a
bit
further
...
for
he
felt
his
conscious
self
struggling
to
wake
...
and
before
he
had
reached
the
end
of
the
row
,
he
had
found
himself
lying
in
bed
again
,
gazing
up
at
the
canopy
of
his
four-poster
.
'
You
are
trying
to
block
your
mind
,
are
n't
you
?
'
said
.
Hermione
,
looking
beadily
at
Harry
.
'
You
are
keeping
going
with
your
Occlumency
?
'
'
Of
course
I
am
,
'
said
Harry
,
trying
to
sound
as
though
this
question
was
insulting
,
but
not
quite
meeting
her
eye
.
The
truth
was
he
was
so
intensely
curious
about
what
was
hidden
in
that
room
full
of
dusty
orbs
,
that
he
was
quite
keen
for
the
dreams
to
continue
.
The
problem
was
that
with
just
under
a
month
to
go
until
the
exams
and
every
free
moment
devoted
to
revision
,
his
mind
seemed
so
saturated
with
information
when
he
went
to
bed
he
found
it
very
difficult
to
get
to
sleep
at
all
;
and
when
he
did
,
his
overwrought
brain
presented
him
most
nights
with
stupid
dreams
about
the
exams
.
He
also
suspected
that
part
of
his
mind
--
the
part
that
often
spoke
in
Hermione
's
voice
--
now
felt
guilty
on
the
occasions
it
strayed
down
that
corridor
ending
in
the
black
door
,
and
sought
to
wake
him
before
he
could
reach
the
journey
's
end
.
'
You
know
,
'
said
Ron
,
whose
ears
were
still
flaming
red
,
'
if
Montague
does
n't
recover
before
Slytherin
play
Hufflepuff
,
we
might
be
in
with
a
chance
of
winning
the
Cup
.
'
