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"
But
Snape
's
trying
to
steal
it
.
"
"
Rubbish
,
"
said
Hagrid
again
.
"
Snape
's
a
Hogwarts
teacher
,
he
'd
do
nothin
'
of
the
sort
.
"
"
So
why
did
he
just
try
and
kill
Harry
?
"
cried
Hermione
.
The
afternoon
's
events
certainly
seemed
to
have
changed
her
mind
about
Snape
.
"
I
know
a
jinx
when
I
see
one
,
Hagrid
,
I
've
read
all
about
them
!
You
've
got
to
keep
eye
contact
,
and
Snape
was
n't
blinking
at
all
,
I
saw
him
!
"
"
I
'm
tellin
'
yeh
,
yer
wrong
!
"
said
Hagrid
hotly
.
"
I
don
'
know
why
Harry
's
broom
acted
like
that
,
but
Snape
wouldn
'
try
an
'
kill
a
student
!
Now
,
listen
to
me
,
all
three
of
yeh
--
yer
meddlin
'
in
things
that
don
'
concern
yeh
.
It
's
dangerous
.
You
forget
that
dog
,
an
'
you
forget
what
it
's
guardin
'
,
that
's
between
Professor
Dumbledore
an
'
Nicolas
Flamel
--
"
"
Aha
!
"
said
Harry
,
"
so
there
's
someone
called
Nicolas
Flamel
involved
,
is
there
?
"
Hagrid
looked
furious
with
himself
.
Christmas
was
coming
.
One
morning
in
mid-December
,
Hogwarts
woke
to
find
itself
covered
in
several
feet
of
snow
.
The
lake
froze
solid
and
the
Weasley
twins
were
punished
for
bewitching
several
snowballs
so
that
they
followed
Quirrell
around
,
bouncing
off
the
back
of
his
turban
.
The
few
owls
that
managed
to
battle
their
way
through
the
stormy
sky
to
deliver
mail
had
to
be
nursed
back
to
health
by
Hagrid
before
they
could
fly
off
again
.
No
one
could
wait
for
the
holidays
to
start
.
While
the
Gryffindor
common
room
and
the
Great
Hall
had
roaring
fires
,
the
drafty
corridors
had
become
icy
and
a
bitter
wind
rattled
the
windows
in
the
classrooms
.
Worst
of
all
were
Professor
Snape
's
classes
down
in
the
dungeons
,
where
their
breath
rose
in
a
mist
before
them
and
they
kept
as
close
as
possible
to
their
hot
cauldrons
.
