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"
Harry
!
Harry
!
Hi
,
Harry
!
"
It
was
Colin
Creevey
,
a
second
year
who
was
deeply
in
awe
of
Harry
and
never
missed
an
opportunity
to
speak
to
him
.
"
Are
n't
you
going
to
Hogsmeade
,
Harry
?
Why
not
?
Hey
--
"
Colin
looked
eagerly
around
at
his
friends
--
"
you
can
come
and
sit
with
us
,
if
you
like
,
Harry
!
"
"
Er
--
no
,
thanks
,
Colin
,
"
said
Harry
,
who
was
n't
in
the
mood
to
have
a
lot
of
people
staring
avidly
at
the
scar
on
his
forehead
.
"
I
--
I
've
got
to
go
to
the
library
,
got
to
get
some
work
done
.
"
After
that
,
he
had
no
choice
but
to
turn
right
around
and
head
back
out
of
the
portrait
hole
again
.
"
What
was
the
point
of
waking
me
up
?
"
the
Fat
Lady
called
grumpily
after
him
as
he
walked
away
.
Harry
wandered
dispiritedly
toward
the
library
,
but
halfway
there
he
changed
his
mind
;
he
did
n't
feel
like
working
.
He
turned
around
and
came
face-to-face
with
Filch
,
who
had
obviously
just
seen
off
the
last
of
the
Hogsmeade
visitors
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
Filch
snarled
suspiciously
.
"
Nothing
,
"
said
Harry
truthfully
.
"
Nothing
!
"
spat
Filch
,
his
jowls
quivering
unpleasantly
.
"
A
likely
story
!
Sneaking
around
on
your
own
--
why
are
n't
you
in
Hogsmeade
buying
Stink
Pellets
and
Belch
Powder
and
Whizzing
Worms
like
the
rest
of
your
nasty
little
friends
?
"
