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"
I
've
heard
of
his
family
,
"
said
Ron
darkly
.
"
They
were
some
of
the
first
to
come
back
to
our
side
after
You-Know-Who
disappeared
.
Said
they
'd
been
bewitched
.
My
dad
does
n't
believe
it
.
He
says
Malfoy
's
father
did
n't
need
an
excuse
to
go
over
to
the
Dark
Side
.
"
He
turned
to
Hermione
.
"
Can
we
help
you
with
something
?
"
"
You
'd
better
hurry
up
and
put
your
robes
on
,
I
've
just
been
up
to
the
front
to
ask
the
conductor
,
and
he
says
we
're
nearly
there
.
You
have
n't
been
fighting
,
have
you
?
You
'll
be
in
trouble
before
we
even
get
there
!
"
"
Scabbers
has
been
fighting
,
not
us
,
"
said
Ron
,
scowling
at
her
.
"
Would
you
mind
leaving
while
we
change
?
"
"
All
right
--
I
only
came
in
here
because
people
outside
are
behaving
very
childishly
,
racing
up
and
down
the
corridors
,
"
said
Hermione
in
a
sniffy
voice
.
"
And
you
've
got
dirt
on
your
nose
,
by
the
way
,
did
you
know
?
"
Ron
glared
at
her
as
she
left
.
Harry
peered
out
of
the
window
.
It
was
getting
dark
.
He
could
see
mountains
and
forests
under
a
deep
purple
sky
.
The
train
did
seem
to
be
slowing
down
.
He
and
Ron
took
off
their
jackets
and
pulled
on
their
long
black
robes
.
Ron
's
were
a
bit
short
for
him
,
you
could
see
his
sneakers
underneath
them
.
A
voice
echoed
through
the
train
:
"
We
will
be
reaching
Hogwarts
in
five
minutes
'
time
.
Please
leave
your
luggage
on
the
train
,
it
will
be
taken
to
the
school
separately
.
"
Harry
's
stomach
lurched
with
nerves
and
Ron
,
he
saw
,
looked
pale
under
his
freckles
.
They
crammed
their
pockets
with
the
last
of
the
sweets
and
joined
the
crowd
thronging
the
corridor
.
The
train
slowed
right
down
and
finally
stopped
.
People
pushed
their
way
toward
the
door
and
out
on
to
a
tiny
,
dark
platform
.
Harry
shivered
in
the
cold
night
air
.
Then
a
lamp
came
bobbing
over
the
heads
of
the
students
,
and
Harry
heard
a
familiar
voice
:
"
Firs
'
years
!
Firs
'
years
over
here
!
All
right
there
,
Harry
?
"
Hagrid
's
big
hairy
face
beamed
over
the
sea
of
heads
.
