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"Neville?" he repeated, frowning. "This is Harry Potter."
"Hasn' -- hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had taken over Buckbeak. He had bowed to Malfoy, who was now patting his beak, looking disdainful.
"Cool, sit!" said Dean Thomas in amazement.
"She was right behind us," said Ron, frowning.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
At the start of October, however, Harry had something else to occupy him, something so enjoyable it more than made up for his unsatisfactory classes. The Quidditch season was approaching, and O1iver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.
"No, I'm sorry, Harry, but rules are rules," said Fudge flatly.
"Yeah," said Harry gloomily, "great."
"Just come out -- prototype --" a square-jawed wizard was telling his companion.
Harry took Malfoy's shrivelfig as Ron began trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Harry skinned the shrivelfig as fast as he could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever.
"Don't worry about me," said Harry, in what he hoped was at, offhand voice, "I'll see you at the feast. Have a good time."
"Sorry," said Harry hastily. "Sorry, I -- I forgot --"
"Laughed," said Stan. "Jus' stood there an' laughed. An' when reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic got there, I 'e went wiv em quiet as anyfink, still laughing 'is 'ead off. 'Cos 'e's mad, inee, Ern? Inee mad?"