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"You've got him, Minister!" said Tom. "Will you be wanting anything? Beer? Brandy?"
"Good work, Harry!" roared Hagrid as everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cheered. "Okay, who else wants a go?"
"Yes, Potter?" Harry took a deep breath.
The snowy owl clicked her beak and fluttered down onto Harry's arm.
He scowled at the dark ceiling. Did they think he couldn't look after himself? He'd escaped Lord Voldemort three times; he wasn't completely useless....
"Congratulations, Hagrid!" Hermione squealed as they reached the teachers' table.
"But then, why would you dread him dying?" said Hermione.
Harry forced a laugh, went to give Ron the rat tonic, then shut himself in his room and lay down on his bed.
posts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points.
But this didn't tally at all with Harry's past dealings with the Ministry of Magic.
"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Harry saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
"I'm going to see if he's okay!" said Pansy, and they all watched her run up the marble staircase. The Slytherins, still muttering about Hagrid, headed away in the direction of their dungeon common room; Harry, Ron, and Hermione proceeded upstairs to Gryffindor Tower.
Hagrid came back, his long hair and beard sopping wet, wiping the water out of his eyes.
"What's all that, Hermione?" Harry asked, pointing at not one but three bulging bags in the chair next to her.
Harry nervously flattened his bangs down again.
The journey to King's Cross was very uneventful compared with Harry's trip on the Knight Bus. The Ministry of Magic cars seemed almost ordinary. though Harry noticed that they could slide through gaps that Uncle Vernon's new company car certainly couldn't have managed. They reached King's Cross with twenty minutes to spare; the Ministry drivers found them trolleys, unloaded their trunks, touched their hats in salute to Mr. Weasley, and drove away, somehow managing to jump to the head of an unmoving line at the traffic lights.;
"Ah, starting Divination, are you?" said the manager, stripping off his gloves and leading Harry into the back of the shop, where there was a corner devoted to fortune-telling. A small table was stacked with volumes such as Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks and Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul.。