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"
Definitely
,
"
said
Harry
.
Full
of
determination
,
the
team
started
training
sessions
,
three
evenings
a
week
.
The
weather
was
getting
colder
and
wetter
,
the
nights
darker
,
but
no
amount
of
mud
,
wind
,
or
rain
could
tarnish
Harry
's
wonderful
vision
of
finally
winning
the
huge
,
silver
Quidditch
Cup
.
Harry
returned
to
the
Gryffindor
common
room
one
evening
after
training
,
cold
and
stiff
but
pleased
with
the
way
practice
had
gone
,
to
find
the
room
buzzing
excitedly
.
"
What
's
happened
?
"
,
he
asked
Ron
and
Hermione
,
who
were
sitting
in
two
of
the
best
chairs
by
the
fireside
and
completing
some
star
charts
for
Astronomy
.
"
First
Hogsmeade
weekend
,
"
said
Ron
,
pointing
at
a
notice
that
had
appeared
on
the
battered
old
bulletin
board
.
"
End
of
October
.
Halloween
.
"
"
Excellent
,
"
said
Fred
,
who
had
followed
Harry
through
the
portrait
hole
.
"
I
need
to
visit
Zonko
's
.
I
'm
nearly
out
of
Stink
Pellets
.
"
Harry
threw
himself
into
a
chair
beside
Ron
,
his
high
spirits
ebbing
away
.
Hermione
seemed
to
read
his
mind
.
"
Harry
,
I
'm
sure
you
'll
be
able
to
go
next
time
,
"
she
said
.
"
They
're
bound
to
catch
Black
soon
.
He
's
been
sighted
once
already
.
"
"
Black
's
not
fool
enough
to
try
anything
in
Hogsmeade
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Ask
McGonagall
if
you
can
go
this
time
,
Harry
.
The
next
one
might
not
be
for
ages
--
"
