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"That - that voice that said - didn't you hear it?"
"Oh, yes," they lied.
"My dear friends," he said mournfully. "Welcome, welcome . . . so pleased you could come. . . ."
"Not now, Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Floo powder's a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before -"
"Ask him!" shrieked Filch, turning his blotched and tearstained face to Harry.
"He's in Gryffindor," said Harry quickly.
"Why, "demanded Ron, seizing her schedule, "have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?"
"I wish there was something I could do for you about the Headless Hunt,"
With an earsplitting bang of metal on wood, they hit the thick tree trunk and dropped to the ground with a heavy jolt. Steam was billowing from under the crumpled hood; Hedwig was shrieking in terror; a golfball-size lump was throbbing on Harry's head where he had hit the windshield; and to his right, Ron let out a low, despairing groan.
"It's only a bit of mud to you, boy, but to me it's an extra hour scrubbing!"
"Yeh won't have long ter wait," Hagrid said with a grin.
"No thanks," said Hermione.
"Whassamatter?" said Harry groggily.
It was so late that the Gryffindor common room was almost empty. Harry went straight up to the dormitory. Ron wasn't back yet. Harry pulled on his pajamas, got into bed, and waited. Half an hour later, Ron arrived, nursing his right arm and bringing a strong smell of polish into the darkened room.
Hedwig was still angry with Harry about the disasterous car journey and Ron's wand was still malfunctioning, surpassing itself on Friday morning by shooting out of Ron's hand in Charms and hitting tiny old Professor Flitwick squarely between the eyes, creating a large, throbbing green boil where it had struck. So with one thing and another, Harry was quite glad to reach the weekend. He, Ron, and Hermione were planning to visit Hagrid on Saturday morning. Harry, however, was shaken awake several hours earlier。