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"Percy!" hissed Ron, pulling Harry behind a large stone griffin.
A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.
"Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's yours?"
Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages.
"Say you're ill," said Ron.
But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.
"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."
"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."
"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them."
The next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheer ful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying --"
"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested. "Excuse me."
Ron and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn't understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did Harry know that Ron and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They'd gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.。