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"
Never
mind
that
--
pig
snout
,
pig
snout
,
"
panted
Harry
,
and
the
portrait
swung
forward
.
They
scrambled
into
the
common
room
and
collapsed
,
trembling
,
into
armchairs
.
It
was
a
while
before
any
of
them
said
anything
.
Neville
,
indeed
,
looked
as
if
he
'd
never
speak
again
.
"
What
do
they
think
they
're
doing
,
keeping
a
thing
like
that
locked
up
in
a
school
?
"
said
Ron
finally
.
"
If
any
dog
needs
exercise
,
that
one
does
.
"
Hermione
had
got
both
her
breath
and
her
bad
temper
back
again
.
"
You
do
n't
use
your
eyes
,
any
of
you
,
do
you
?
"
she
snapped
.
"
Did
n't
you
see
what
it
was
standing
on
.
"
The
floor
?
"
Harry
suggested
.
"
I
was
n't
looking
at
its
feet
,
I
was
too
busy
with
its
heads
.
"
"
No
,
not
the
floor
.
It
was
standing
on
a
trapdoor
.
It
's
obviously
guarding
something
.
"
She
stood
up
,
glaring
at
them
.
"
I
hope
you
're
pleased
with
yourselves
.
We
could
all
have
been
killed
--
or
worse
,
expelled
.
Now
,
if
you
do
n't
mind
,
I
'm
going
to
bed
.
"
Ron
stared
after
her
,
his
mouth
open
.
"
No
,
we
do
n't
mind
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
'd
think
we
dragged
her
along
,
would
n't
you
.
