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"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin had run down from his seat and was now dancing alongside them as they left the field. Ron gave a huge heave and more slugs dribbled down his front.
"No," said Harry frantically. "That voice!"
"Where is she?" asked Harry, grabbing the tape measure and unrolling his own homework.
"Not dead?" choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. "But why's she all - all stiff and frozen?"
"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree.
Harry didn't know how to get rid of him. It was like having an extremely talkative shadow.
He wheeled his trolley forward cautiously until it was right against the barrier and pushed with all his might. The metal remained solid.
"I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin," said Mr. Malfoy coldly, and Mr. Borgin said quickly, "No offense, sir, no offense meant -"
But Hermione gave a sudden gasp, pointing down the corridor.
"What are you talking about, Weasley?" barked Professor McGonagall.
"Can I have that?" interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion.
The silent crowd parted to let them pass. Lockhart, looking excited and important, hurried after Dumbledore; so did Professors McGonagall and Snape.