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"Sounds like the sort of mental thing Dumbledore would say," said Ron.
Crabbe and Goyle were both sitting with their mouths open like gargoyles. Pansy was gazing down at Malfoy as though she had never seen anything so awe-inspiring.
'May I ask your name, my dear?" said Slughorn, ignoring Hermione's embarrassment.
“So how come yeh were late, Harry? I was worried."
"That's it, though, innit?" said Ron, swallowing an entire fried egg whole. "We were the ones who made the most effort in classes because we like Hagrid. But he thinks we liked the stupid subject. D'ya reckon anyone's going to go on to N.E.W.T.?"
colored strings and began to feed them toward the bottom of the door. "Oh, I hope the door isn't Imperturbable —"
His voice tailed away as Slughorn gave him a cold smile and turned to McLaggen instead.
Tom nodded gloomily and returned to wiping glasses; Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and the Weasleys walked through the bar and out into the chilly little courtyard at the back where the dustbins stood. Hagrid raised his pink umbrella and rapped a certain brick in the wall, which opened at once to form an archway onto a winding cobbled street. They stepped through the entrance and paused, looking around.
"And what about Percy?" asked Harry; the third-eldest Weasley brother had fallen out with the rest of the family. "Is he talking to your mum and dad again?"
"Whoa,"said Ron, stopping in his tracks.
Hermione gave his arm a hard pinch.
"Out," he said sharply. "Get out!"
''Was that a Patronus?" asked Harry, who had seen Dumbledore send messages like this.
Harry glanced down Ron's grades: There were no "Outstandings" there. . . .