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He
'd
never
been
more
nervous
,
never
,
not
even
when
he
'd
had
to
take
a
school
report
home
to
the
Dursleys
saying
that
he
'd
somehow
turned
his
teacher
's
wig
blue
.
He
kept
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
door
.
Any
second
now
,
Professor
McGonagall
would
come
back
and
lead
him
to
his
doom
.
Then
something
happened
that
made
him
jump
about
a
foot
in
the
air
--
several
people
behind
him
screamed
.
"
What
the
--
?
"
He
gasped
.
So
did
the
people
around
him
.
About
twenty
ghosts
had
just
streamed
through
the
back
wall
.
Pearly-white
and
slightly
transparent
,
they
glided
across
the
room
talking
to
one
another
and
hardly
glancing
at
the
first
years
.
They
seemed
to
be
arguing
.
What
looked
like
a
fat
little
monk
was
saying
:
"
Forgive
and
forget
,
I
say
,
we
ought
to
give
him
a
second
chance
--
"
"
My
dear
Friar
,
have
n't
we
given
Peeves
all
the
chances
he
deserves
?
He
gives
us
all
a
bad
name
and
you
know
,
he
's
not
really
even
a
ghost
--
I
say
,
what
are
you
all
doing
here
?
"
A
ghost
wearing
a
ruff
and
tights
had
suddenly
noticed
the
first
years
.
Nobody
answered
.
"
New
students
!
"
said
the
Fat
Friar
,
smiling
around
at
them
.
"
About
to
be
Sorted
,
I
suppose
?
"
A
few
people
nodded
mutely
.
"
Hope
to
see
you
in
Hufflepuff
!
"
said
the
Friar
.
"
My
old
house
,
you
know
.
"
