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'
Please
,
Professor
,
'
said
Hermione
,
her
hand
in
the
air
,
'
when
will
we
find
out
our
results
?
'
'
An
owl
will
be
sent
to
you
some
time
in
July
,
'
said
Professcr
McGonagall
.
'
Excellent
,
'
said
Dean
Thomas
in
an
audible
whisper
,
's
o
we
do
n't
have
to
worry
about
it
till
the
holidays
.
'
Harry
imagined
sitting
in
his
bedroom
in
Privet
Drive
in
six
weeks
'
time
,
waiting
for
his
OWL
results
.
Well
,
he
thought
dully
,
at
least
he
would
be
sure
of
one
bit
of
post
that
summer
.
Their
first
examination
,
Theory
of
Charms
,
was
scheduled
for
Monday
morning
.
Harry
agreed
to
test
Hermione
after
lunch
on
Sunday
,
but
regretted
it
almost
at
once
;
she
was
very
agitated
and
kept
snatching
the
book
back
from
him
to
check
that
she
had
got
the
answer
completely
right
,
finally
hitting
him
hard
on
the
nose
with
the
sharp
edge
of
Achievements
in
Charming
.
'
Why
do
n't
you
just
do
it
yourself
?
'
he
said
firmly
,
handing
the
book
back
to
her
,
his
eyes
watering
.
Meanwhile
,
Ron
was
reading
two
years
'
worth
of
Charms
notes
with
his
fingers
in
his
ears
,
his
lips
moving
soundlessly
;
Seamus
Finnigan
was
lying
flat
on
his
back
on
the
floor
,
reciting
the
definition
of
a
Substantive
Charm
while
Dean
checked
it
against
The
Standard
Book
of
Spells
,
Grade
5
;
and
Parvati
and
Lavender
,
who
were
practising
basic
Locomotion
Charms
,
were
making
their
pencil-cases
race
each
other
around
the
edge
of
the
table
.
Dinner
was
a
subdued
affair
that
night
.
Harry
and
Ron
did
not
talk
much
,
but
ate
with
gusto
,
having
studied
hard
all
day
.
Hermione
,
on
the
other
hand
,
kept
putting
down
her
knife
and
fork
and
diving
under
the
table
for
her
bag
,
from
which
she
would
seize
a
book
to
check
some
fact
or
figure
.
Ron
was
just
telling
her
that
she
ought
to
eat
a
decent
meal
or
she
would
not
sleep
that
night
,
when
her
fork
slid
from
her
limp
fingers
and
landed
with
a
loud
tinkle
on
her
plate
.
'
Oh
,
my
goodness
,
'
she
said
faintly
,
staring
into
the
Entrance
Hall
.
'
Is
that
them
?
Is
that
the
examiners
?
'
