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"
Well
,
well
...
we
shall
see
,
Snape
,
we
shall
see
...
The
boy
has
undoubtedly
been
foolish
...
.
"
Harry
lay
listening
with
his
eyes
tight
shut
.
He
felt
very
groggy
.
The
words
he
was
hearing
seemed
to
be
traveling
very
slowly
from
his
ears
to
his
brain
,
so
that
it
was
difficult
to
understand
...
.
His
limbs
felt
like
lead
;
his
eyelids
too
heavy
to
lift
...
.
He
wanted
to
lie
here
,
on
this
comfortable
bed
,
forever
...
.
"
What
amazes
me
most
is
the
behavior
of
the
Dementors
...
you
've
really
no
idea
what
made
them
retreat
,
Snape
?
"
"
No
,
Minister
...
by
the
time
I
had
come
'
round
they
were
heading
back
to
their
positions
at
the
entrances
...
.
"
"
Extraordinary
.
And
yet
Black
,
and
Harry
,
and
the
girl
--
"
"
All
unconscious
by
the
time
I
reached
them
.
I
bound
and
gagged
Black
,
naturally
,
conjured
stretchers
,
and
brought
them
all
straight
back
to
the
castle
.
"
There
was
a
pause
.
Harry
's
brain
seemed
to
be
moving
a
little
faster
,
and
as
it
did
,
a
gnawing
sensation
grew
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
...
.
He
opened
his
eyes
.
Everything
was
slightly
blurred
.
Somebody
had
removed
his
glasses
.
He
was
lying
in
the
dark
hospital
wing
.
At
the
very
end
of
the
ward
,
he
could
make
out
Madam
Pomfrey
with
her
back
to
him
,
bending
over
a
bed
.
Harry
squinted
.
Ron
's
red
hair
was
visible
beneath
Madam
Pomfrey
's
arm
.
Harry
moved
his
head
over
on
the
pillow
.
