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"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody calmly, bouncing the ferret still higher.
CHAPTER NINE - THE DARK MARK
"I definitely haven't," came Nevihle's gloomy voice from behind Fred and George.
It was Colin Creevey, a third year to whom Harry was something of a hero.
"Ah, no, I don't believe it. . . I've lost my wand!"
"Why are they all sending Howlers?" asked Ginny, who was mending her copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi with Spellotape on the rug in front of the living room fire.
"Well. . . if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"
Neville's foot had sunk right through a step halfway up the staircase. There were many of these trick stairs at Hogwarts; it was second nature to most of the older students to jump this particular step, but Neville's memory was notoriously poor. Harry and Ron seized him under the armpits and pulled him out, while a suit of armor at the top of the stairs creaked and clanked, laughing wheezily.
"Mental," Ron sighed, shaking his head at the completely stationary soccer players.
"Tripped over a tree root," he said angrily, getting to his feet again.
"Er - is this the new stand on elf rights?" said Ron. "You're going to make yourself puke instead?"
"That is really sick. . . ."
"Maybe it's back in the tent," said Ron.
There came a bang from the other side of the trees that was louder than anything they had heard. Several people nearby screamed. Malfoy chuckled softly.
"Look at this!" said Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean - they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety. . .