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"
Here
's
something
...
there
was
a
case
in
1722
...
but
the
Hippogriff
was
convicted
--
ugh
,
look
what
they
did
to
it
,
that
's
disgusting
--
"
"
This
might
help
,
look
--
a
Manticore
savaged
someone
in
1296
,
and
they
let
the
Manticore
off
--
oh
--
no
,
that
was
only
because
everyone
was
too
scared
to
go
near
it
...
"
Meanwhile
,
in
the
rest
of
the
castle
,
the
usual
magnificent
Christmas
decorations
had
been
put
up
,
despite
the
fact
that
hardly
any
of
the
students
remained
to
enjoy
them
.
Thick
streamers
of
holly
and
mistletoe
were
strung
along
the
corridors
,
mysterious
lights
shone
from
inside
every
suit
of
armor
,
and
the
Great
Hall
was
filled
with
its
usual
twelve
Christmas
trees
,
glittering
with
golden
stars
.
A
powerful
and
delicious
smell
of
cooking
pervaded
the
corridors
,
and
by
Christmas
Eve
,
it
had
grown
so
strong
that
even
Scabbers
poked
his
nose
out
of
the
shelter
of
Ron
's
pocket
to
sniff
hopefully
at
the
air
.
On
Christmas
morning
,
Harry
was
woken
by
Ron
throwing
his
pillow
at
him
.
"
Oy
!
Presents
!
"
Harry
reached
for
his
glasses
and
put
them
on
,
squinting
through
the
semi-darkness
to
the
foot
of
his
bed
,
where
a
small
heap
of
parcels
had
appeared
.
Ron
was
already
ripping
the
paper
off
his
own
presents
.
"
Another
sweater
from
Mum
...
maroon
again
...
see
if
you
've
got
one
.
"
Harry
had
.
Mrs.
Weasley
had
sent
him
a
scarlet
sweater
with
the
Gryffindor
lion
knitted
on
the
front
,
also
a
dozen
home-baked
mince
pies
,
some
Christmas
cake
,
and
a
box
of
nut
brittle
.
As
he
moved
all
these
things
aside
,
he
saw
a
long
,
thin
package
lying
underneath
.
"
What
's
that
?
"
said
Ron
,
looking
over
,
a
freshly
unwrapped
pair
of
maroon
socks
in
his
hand
.
