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Harry left, before Snape could take any more points from Gryffindor. He sprinted back upstairs.
"Look at me!" he said.
Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry, and hurried over.
Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by the ear.
Harry turned around -- and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment, he was sure he'd walked into a nightmare -- this was too much, on top of everything that had happened so far.
"GET OUT! OUT!"
"Five, you mean, once she's taken off Hermione's."
Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.
"Malfoy," said Neville shakily. "I met him outside the library. He said he'd been looking for someone to practice that on."
"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror.
Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet.
Harry stood up.
He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling.
"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.
"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.