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Harry
sneaked
along
the
path
,
where
a
particularly
sloppy
puddle
yielded
some
foul-smelling
,
green
sludge
.
SPLATTER
!
Crabbe
and
Goyle
caught
some
this
time
.
Goyle
hopped
furiously
on
the
spot
,
trying
to
rub
it
out
of
his
small
,
dull
eyes
.
"
It
came
from
over
there
!
"
said
Malfoy
,
wiping
his
face
,
and
staring
at
a
spot
some
six
feet
to
the
left
of
Harry
.
Crabbe
blundered
forward
,
his
long
arms
outstretched
like
a
zombie
.
Harry
dodged
around
him
,
picked
up
a
stick
,
and
lobbed
it
at
Crabbe
's
back
.
Harry
doubled
up
with
silent
laughter
as
Crabbe
did
a
kind
of
pirouette
in
midair
,
trying
to
see
who
had
thrown
it
.
As
Ron
was
the
only
person
Crabbe
could
see
,
it
was
Ron
he
started
toward
,
but
Harry
stuck
out
his
leg
.
Crabbe
stumbled
--
and
his
huge
,
flat
foot
caught
the
hem
of
Harry
's
cloak
.
Harry
felt
a
great
tug
,
then
the
cloak
slid
off
his
face
.
For
a
split
second
,
Malfoy
stared
at
him
.
"
AAARGH
!
"
he
yelled
,
pointing
at
Harry
's
head
.
Then
he
turned
tail
and
ran
,
at
breakneck
speed
,
back
down
the
hill
,
Crabbe
and
Goyle
behind
him
.
Harry
tugged
the
cloak
up
again
,
but
the
damage
was
done
.
"
Harry
!
"
Ron
said
,
stumbling
forward
and
staring
hopelessly
at
the
point
where
Harry
had
disappeared
,
"
you
'd
better
run
for
it
!
If
Malfoy
tells
anyone
--
you
'd
better
get
back
to
the
castle
,
quick
--
"
"
See
you
later
,
"
said
Harry
,
and
without
another
word
,
he
tore
back
down
the
path
toward
Hogsmeade
.
