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After
dinner
the
three
of
them
sat
nervously
apart
in
the
common
room
.
Nobody
bothered
them
;
none
of
the
Gryffindors
had
anything
to
say
to
Harry
any
more
,
after
all
.
This
was
the
first
night
he
had
n't
been
upset
by
it
.
Hermione
was
skimming
through
all
her
notes
,
hoping
to
come
across
one
of
the
enchantments
they
were
about
to
try
to
break
.
Harry
and
Ron
did
n't
talk
much
.
Both
of
them
were
thinking
about
what
they
were
about
to
do
.
Slowly
,
the
room
emptied
as
people
drifted
off
to
bed
.
"
Better
get
the
cloak
,
"
Ron
muttered
,
as
Lee
Jordan
finally
left
,
stretching
and
yawning
.
Harry
ran
upstairs
to
their
dark
dormitory
.
He
pulled
out
the
cloak
and
then
his
eyes
fell
on
the
flute
Hagrid
had
given
him
for
Christmas
.
He
pocketed
it
to
use
on
Fluffy
--
he
did
n't
feel
much
like
singing
.
He
ran
back
down
to
the
common
room
.
"
We
'd
better
put
the
cloak
on
here
,
and
make
sure
it
covers
all
three
of
us
-
if
Filch
spots
one
of
our
feet
wandering
along
on
its
own
--
"
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
said
a
voice
from
the
corner
of
the
room
.
Neville
appeared
from
behind
an
armchair
,
clutching
Trevor
the
toad
,
who
looked
as
though
he
'd
been
making
another
bid
for
freedom
.
"
Nothing
,
Neville
,
nothing
,
"
said
Harry
,
hurriedly
putting
the
cloak
behind
his
back
.
Neville
stared
at
their
guilty
faces
.
"
You
're
going
out
again
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
"
said
Hermione
.
"
No
,
we
're
not
.
Why
do
n't
you
go
to
bed
,
Neville
?
"
