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Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."
His heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling.
A few people laughed; Harry caught Seamus's eye, and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased.
"I've found him!" he whispered. "I've found Flamel! I told you I'd read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here -- listen to this: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel'!"
Harry jumped off his broom, a foot from the ground. He couldn't believe it. He'd done it -- the game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes. As Gryffindors came spilling onto the field, he saw Snape land nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped -- then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into Dumbledore's smiling face.
They found Fang, the boarhound, sitting outside with a bandaged tail when they went to tell Hagrid, who opened a window to talk to them.
"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.
"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying --"
When they knocked on the door of the gamekeeper's hut an hour later, they were surprised to see that all the curtains were closed. Hagrid called "Who is it?" before he let them in, and then shut the door quickly behind them.
It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue.
"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."
But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!" "Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
"GET OUT! OUT!"