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"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.
"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.
"Hagrid," said Hermione, "how fast do Norwegian Ridgebacks grow, exactly?"
"We won't practice with the Snitch yet," said Wood, carefully shutting it back inside the crate, "it's too dark, we might lose it. Let's try you out with a few of these."
"Midnight on Saturday!" he said in a hoarse voice. "Oh no oh no -- I've just remembered -- Charlie's letter was in that book Malfoy took, he's going to know we're getting rid of Norbert."
But he already knew what it was. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.
"Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy -- it's all right, up you get.".
"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," Harry said. "The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him. Harry decided on the truth.
It was the last thing they wanted to do, but what choice did they have? Wheeling around, they sprinted back to the door and turned the key, fumbling in their panic. Harry pulled the door open and they ran inside.
"It's an invisibility cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is -- try it on."
WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below -- Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.
"You can see them any old time," said Ron. "Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"