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"My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"Books can be misleading," said Lockhart delicately.
"Well, you haven't finished it," said Harry triumphantly. "No one's died this time, not even the cat. In a few hours the Mandrake Draught will be ready and everyone who was Petrified will be all right again -"
Harry looked up at the tunnel ceiling. Huge cracks had appeared in it. He had never tried to break apart anything as large as these rocks by magic, and now didn't seem a good moment to try - what if the whole tunnel caved in?
"Hagrid's in trouble," said Harry, breathing very fast. "That's why we've come."
"Wait there," he called to Ron. "Wait with Lockhart. I'll go on.... If I'm not back in an hour. . .
"Thank you, Harry, said Lockhart graciously while they waited for a long line of Hufflepuffs to pass. "I mean, we teachers have quite enough to be getting on with, without walking students to classes and standing guard all night ......
"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four. "
After a few minutes' progress up the dark tunnel, a distant sound of slowly shifting rock reached Harry's ears.
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls) -- The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.
together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way -- all over the place.
"We were -we were-" Ron stammered. "We were going to - to go and see -"
safe to let go of him when Snape had seen them out of the castle and they were making their way across the vegetable patch toward the greenhouses.
Harry stood, irresolute, trying to catch the voice again, but people were now emerging from the Great Hall behind him, talking loudly, exiting through the front doors on their way to the Quidditch pitch.
"Fawkes," said Harry, "isn't an ordinary bird." He turned quickly to the others. "We've got to hold on to each other. Ginny, grab Ron's hand. Professor Lockhart --"