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"Are we allowed to speak yet?" said Ron grumpily. Hermione ignored him.
Ron, at the next table, wasn't having much more luck.
"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" said Hermione in alarm.
They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.
Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath.
"Are you serious, Professor?"
"All right there, Harry?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint.
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell.
"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's the matter?"
"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year."
"You've got to stand up to him, Neville!" said Ron. "He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier."
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
But he already knew what it was. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.
Harry had a lot of trouble keeping his mind on his lessons that day. It kept wandering up to the dormitory where his new broomstick was lying under his bed, or straying off to the Quidditch field where he'd be learning to play that night. He bolted his dinner that evening without noticing what he was eating, and then rushed upstairs with Ron to unwrap the Nimbus Two Thousand at last.。
"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry coolly. There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.？