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Ron
let
go
of
the
front
of
Malfoy
's
robes
.
"
He
was
provoked
,
Professor
Snape
,
"
said
Hagrid
,
sticking
his
huge
hairy
face
out
from
behind
the
tree
.
"
Malfoy
was
insultin
'
his
family
.
"
"
Be
that
as
it
may
,
fighting
is
against
Hogwarts
rules
,
Hagrid
,
"
said
Snape
silkily
.
"
Five
points
from
Gryffindor
,
Weasley
,
and
be
grateful
it
is
n't
more
.
Move
along
,
all
of
you
.
"
Malfoy
,
Crabbe
,
and
Goyle
pushed
roughly
past
the
tree
,
scattering
needles
everywhere
and
smirking
.
"
I
'll
get
him
,
"
said
Ron
,
grinding
his
teeth
at
Malfoy
's
back
,
"
one
of
these
days
,
I
'll
get
him
--
"
"
I
hate
them
both
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
Malfoy
and
Snape
.
"
"
Come
on
,
cheer
up
,
it
's
nearly
Christmas
,
"
said
Hagrid
.
"
Tell
yeh
what
,
come
with
me
an
'
see
the
Great
Hall
,
looks
a
treat
.
"
So
the
three
of
them
followed
Hagrid
and
his
tree
off
to
the
Great
Hall
,
where
Professor
McGonagall
and
Professor
Flitwick
were
busy
with
the
Christmas
decorations
.
"
Ah
,
Hagrid
,
the
last
tree
--
put
it
in
the
far
corner
,
would
you
?
"
The
hall
looked
spectacular
.
Festoons
of
holly
and
mistletoe
hung
all
around
the
walls
,
and
no
less
than
twelve
towering
Christmas
trees
stood
around
the
room
,
some
sparkling
with
tiny
icicles
,
some
glittering
with
hundreds
of
candles
.
