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"
No
--
he
would
n't
,
she
said
.
"
I
know
he
's
not
very
nice
,
but
he
would
n't
try
and
steal
something
Dumbledore
was
keeping
safe
.
"
"
Honestly
,
Hermione
,
you
think
all
teachers
are
saints
or
something
,
"
snapped
Ron
.
"
I
'm
with
Harry
.
I
would
n't
put
anything
past
Snape
.
But
what
's
he
after
?
What
's
that
dog
guarding
?
"
Harry
went
to
bed
with
his
head
buzzing
with
the
same
question
.
Neville
was
snoring
loudly
,
but
Harry
could
n't
sleep
.
He
tried
to
empty
his
mind
--
he
needed
to
sleep
,
he
had
to
,
he
had
his
first
Quidditch
match
in
a
few
hours
-
but
the
expression
on
Snape
's
face
when
Harry
had
seen
his
leg
was
n't
easy
to
forget
.
The
next
morning
dawned
very
bright
and
cold
.
The
Great
Hall
was
full
of
the
delicious
smell
of
fried
sausages
and
the
cheerful
chatter
of
everyone
looking
forward
to
a
good
Quidditch
match
.
"
You
've
got
to
eat
some
breakfast
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
anything
.
"
"
Just
a
bit
of
toast
,
"
wheedled
Hermione
.
"
I
'm
not
hungry
.
"
Harry
felt
terrible
.
In
an
hour
's
time
he
'd
be
walking
onto
the
field
.
"
Harry
,
you
need
your
strength
,
"
said
Seamus
Finnigan
.
"
Seekers
are
always
the
ones
who
get
clobbered
by
the
other
team
.
"
