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"You know how many subjects I'm taking," said Hermione breathlessly. "Couldn't hold these for me, could you?"
"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley.
In a moment, they had fallen sideways through the solid metal onto platform nine and three- quarters and looked up to see the Hogwarts Express, a scarlet steam engine, puffing smoke over a platform packed with witches and wizards seeing their children onto the train.
Full of determination, the team started training sessions, three evenings a week. The weather was getting colder and wetter, the nights darker, but no amount of mud, wind, or rain could tarnish Harry's wonderful vision of finally winning the huge, silver Quidditch Cup.
"All down ter you three," said Hagrid, wiping his shining face on his napkin as he looked up at them., "Can' believe it... great man, Dumbledore... came straight down to me hut after Professor Kettleburn said he'd had enough.... It's what I always wanted. --"
Hermione looked around at Harry.
"After you," said Ron, grinning, so Harry climbed the ladder first.
"Er -- because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?"
"I'm fine," he said, "I don't need anything
"Riddikulus!" he shouted, and they had a split second's view of Snape in his lacy dress before Neville let out a great "Ha!" of laughter, and the boggart exploded, burst into a thousand tiny wisps of smoke, and was gone.
Fudge cleared his throat loudly and picked up his pinstriped cloak.
"It was a dementor, Poppy," said Professor McGonagall.
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He strode away from them into the forest and out of sight.
"Hang on," blurted Harry. "What about my punishment?"
Once they were in her office, a small room with a large, welcoming fire, Professor McGonagall motioned Harry and Hermione to sit down. She settled herself behind her desk and said abruptly, "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter."。