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She
leapt
up
and
struggled
toward
a
damp
wall
.
She
had
to
struggle
because
the
moment
she
had
landed
,
the
plant
had
started
to
twist
snakelike
tendrils
around
her
ankles
.
As
for
Harry
and
Ron
,
their
legs
had
already
been
bound
tightly
in
long
creepers
without
their
noticing
.
Hermione
had
managed
to
free
herself
before
the
plant
got
a
firm
grip
on
her
.
Now
she
watched
in
horror
as
the
two
boys
fought
to
pull
the
plant
off
them
,
but
the
more
they
strained
against
it
,
the
tighter
and
faster
the
plant
wound
around
them
.
"
Stop
moving
!
"
Hermione
ordered
them
.
"
I
know
what
this
is
--
it
's
Devil
's
Snare
!
"
"
Oh
,
I
'm
so
glad
we
know
what
it
's
called
,
that
's
a
great
help
,
"
snarled
Ron
,
leaning
back
,
trying
to
stop
the
plant
from
curling
around
his
neck
.
"
Shut
up
,
I
'm
trying
to
remember
how
to
kill
it
!
"
said
Hermione
.
"
Well
,
hurry
up
,
I
ca
n't
breathe
!
"
Harry
gasped
,
wrestling
with
it
as
it
curled
around
his
chest
.
"
Devil
's
Snare
,
Devil
's
Snare
...
what
did
Professor
Sprout
say
?
--
it
likes
the
dark
and
the
damp
.
"
"
So
light
a
fire
!
"
Harry
choked
.
"
Yes
--
of
course
--
but
there
's
no
wood
!
"
Hermione
cried
,
wringing
her
hands
.
"
HAVE
YOU
GONE
MAD
?
"
Ron
bellowed
.
"
ARE
YOU
A
WITCH
OR
NOT
?
"
"
Oh
,
right
!
"
said
Hermione
,
and
she
whipped
out
her
wand
,
waved
it
,
muttered
something
,
and
sent
a
jet
of
the
same
bluebell
flames
she
had
used
on
Snape
at
the
plant
.
In
a
matter
of
seconds
,
the
two
boys
felt
it
loosening
its
grip
as
it
cringed
away
from
the
light
and
warmth
.
Wriggling
and
flailing
,
it
unraveled
itself
from
their
bodies
,
and
they
were
able
to
pull
free
.
