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"Professor -- please
"LIAR!" Harry shouted suddenly.
Harry took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.
She leapt up and struggled toward a damp wall. She had to struggle because the moment she had landed, the plant had started to twist snakelike tendrils around her ankles. As for Harry and Ron, their legs had already been bound tightly in long creepers without their noticing.
Harry made his way down to the end-of-year feast alone that night. He had been held up by Madam Pomfrey's fussing about, insisting on giving him one last checkup, so the Great Hall was already full. It was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin's winning the house cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table.
Three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.
"You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT" she said firmly.
"How?" said Hermione nervously.
The chessmen seemed to have been listening, because at these words a knight, a bishop, and a castle turned their backs on the white pieces and walked off the board, leaving three empty squares that Harry, Ron, and Hermione took.
He blinked again. The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore swam into view above him.
"Go on then, try and hit me!" said Neville, raising his fists. "I'm ready!"
"Abou' time," he said. "I bin waitin' fer half an hour already. All right, Harry, Hermione?"
"It's not a stoat sandwich, is it?" said Harry anxiously, and at last Hagrid gave a weak chuckle. "Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. 'Course, he shoulda sacked me instead -- anyway, got yeh this..."
He clapped his hands once, and the ropes binding Harry fell off. Harry got slowly to his feet.
"Oh, it's you, Ronan," said Hagrid in relief. "How are yeh?"