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"Percy!" hissed Ron, pulling Harry behind a large stone griffin.
"You, too," said Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"
The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship.
"No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something."
Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image.
"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" said Ron finally. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does."
Then, one breakfast time, Hedwig brought Harry another note from Hagrid. He had written only two words: It's hatching.
It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him.
He handed Harry a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat.
"How did you know --?"
But he already knew what it was. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.
"I -- don't -- want said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.
"They're in here somewhere," they heard him mutter, "probably hiding."
Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry left the library. He, Ron, and Hermione had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to.,