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"
Half-past
eleven
,
"
Ron
muttered
at
last
,
"
we
'd
better
go
.
"
They
pulled
on
their
bathrobes
,
picked
up
their
wands
,
and
crept
across
the
tower
room
,
down
the
spiral
staircase
,
and
into
the
Gryffindor
common
room
.
A
few
embers
were
still
glowing
in
the
fireplace
,
turning
all
the
armchairs
into
hunched
black
shadows
.
They
had
almost
reached
the
portrait
hole
when
a
voice
spoke
from
the
chair
nearest
them
,
"
I
ca
n't
believe
you
're
going
to
do
this
,
Harry
.
"
A
lamp
flickered
on
.
It
was
Hermione
Granger
,
wearing
a
pink
bathrobe
and
a
frown
.
"
You
!
"
said
Ron
furiously
.
"
Go
back
to
bed
!
"
"
I
almost
told
your
brother
,
"
Hermione
snapped
,
"
Percy
--
he
's
a
prefect
,
he
'd
put
a
stop
to
this
.
"
Harry
could
n't
believe
anyone
could
be
so
interfering
.
"
Come
on
,
"
he
said
to
Ron
.
He
pushed
open
the
portrait
of
the
Fat
Lady
and
climbed
through
the
hole
.
Hermione
was
n't
going
to
give
up
that
easily
.
She
followed
Ron
through
the
portrait
hole
,
hissing
at
them
like
an
angry
goose
.
"
Do
n't
you
care
about
Gryffindor
,
do
you
only
care
about
yourselves
,
I
do
n't
want
Slytherin
to
win
the
house
cup
,
and
you
'll
lose
all
the
points
I
got
from
Professor
McGonagall
for
knowing
about
Switching
Spells
.
"
