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"
What
does
he
need
?
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
crisply
.
"
Bed
rest
?
Should
he
perhaps
spend
tonight
in
the
hospital
wing
?
"
"
I
'm
fine
!
"
said
Harry
,
jumping
up
.
The
thought
of
what
Draco
Malfoy
would
say
if
he
had
to
go
to
the
hospital
wing
was
torture
.
"
Well
,
he
should
have
some
chocolate
,
at
the
very
least
,
"
said
Madam
Pomfrey
,
who
was
now
trying
to
peer
into
Harry
's
eyes
.
"
I
've
already
had
some
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Professor
Lupin
gave
me
some
.
He
gave
it
to
all
of
us
.
"
"
Did
he
,
now
?
"
said
Madam
Pomfrey
approvingly
.
"
So
we
've
finally
got
a
Defense
Against
the
Dark
Arts
teacher
who
knows
his
remedies
?
"
"
Are
you
sure
you
feel
all
right
,
Potter
?
"
Professor
McGonagall
said
sharply
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Very
well
.
Kindly
wait
outside
while
I
have
a
quick
word
with
Miss
Granger
about
her
course
schedule
,
then
we
can
go
down
to
the
feast
together
.
"
Harry
went
back
into
the
corridor
with
Madam
Pomfrey
,
who
left
for
the
hospital
wing
,
muttering
to
herself
.
He
had
to
wait
only
a
few
minutes
;
then
Hermione
emerged
looking
very
happy
about
something
,
followed
by
Professor
McGonagall
,
and
the
three
of
them
made
their
way
back
down
the
marble
staircase
to
the
Great
Hall
.
It
was
a
sea
of
pointed
black
hats
;
each
of
the
long
House
tables
was
lined
with
students
,
their
faces
glimmering
by
the
light
of
thousands
of
candles
,
which
were
floating
over
the
tables
in
midair
.
Professor
Flitwick
,
who
was
a
tiny
little
wizard
with
a
shock
of
white
hair
,
was
carrying
an
ancient
hat
and
a
three-legged
stool
out
of
the
hall
.
