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"
And
you
could
ask
your
parents
if
they
know
who
Flamel
is
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
It
'd
be
safe
to
ask
them
.
"
"
Very
safe
,
as
they
're
both
dentists
,
"
said
Hermione
.
Once
the
holidays
had
started
,
Ron
and
Harry
were
having
too
good
a
time
to
think
much
about
Flamel
.
They
had
the
dormitory
to
themselves
and
the
common
room
was
far
emptier
than
usual
,
so
they
were
able
to
get
the
good
armchairs
by
the
fire
.
They
sat
by
the
hour
eating
anything
they
could
spear
on
a
toasting
fork
--
bread
,
English
muffins
,
marshmallows
--
and
plotting
ways
of
getting
Malfoy
expelled
,
which
were
fun
to
talk
about
even
if
they
would
n't
work
.
Ron
also
started
teaching
Harry
wizard
chess
.
This
was
exactly
like
Muggle
chess
except
that
the
figures
were
alive
,
which
made
it
a
lot
like
directing
troops
in
battle
.
Ron
's
set
was
very
old
and
battered
.
Like
everything
else
he
owned
,
it
had
once
belonged
to
someone
else
in
his
family
--
in
this
case
,
his
grandfather
.
However
,
old
chessmen
were
n't
a
drawback
at
all
.
Ron
knew
them
so
well
he
never
had
trouble
getting
them
to
do
what
he
wanted
.
Harry
played
with
chessmen
Seamus
Finnigan
had
lent
him
,
and
they
did
n't
trust
him
at
all
.
He
was
n't
a
very
good
player
yet
and
they
kept
shouting
different
bits
of
advice
at
him
,
which
was
confusing
.
"
Do
n't
send
me
there
,
ca
n't
you
see
his
knight
?
Send
him
,
we
can
afford
to
lose
him
.
"
On
Christmas
Eve
,
Harry
went
to
bed
looking
forward
to
the
next
day
for
the
food
and
the
fun
,
but
not
expecting
any
presents
at
all
.
When
he
woke
early
in
the
morning
,
however
,
the
first
thing
he
saw
was
a
small
pile
of
packages
at
the
foot
of
his
bed
.
"
Merry
Christmas
,
"
said
Ron
sleepily
as
Harry
scrambled
out
of
bed
and
pulled
on
his
bathrobe
.
"
You
,
too
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Will
you
look
at
this
?
I
've
got
some
presents
!
"
"
What
did
you
expect
,
turnips
?
"
said
Ron
,
turning
to
his
own
pile
,
which
was
a
lot
bigger
than
Harry
's
.
