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They were within twenty feet of Hagrid's house when the front door opened, but it wasn't Hagrid who emerged. Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve today, came striding out.
It was still right below them, winding its way past a snowcapped mountain. It was much darker beneath the canopy of clouds.
"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.
When they had eaten as many sandwiches as they could (the plate kept refilling itself) they rose and left the office, treading the familiar path to Gryffindor Tower. The castle was quiet; it seemed that the feast was over. They walked past muttering portraits and creaking suits of armor, and climbed narrow flights of stone stairs, until at last they reached the passage where the secret entrance to Gryffindor Tower was hidden, behind an oil painting of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"It's `wattlebird,"' said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point - "
3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
"No," said Ron, without hesitation. "Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world."
than he would have liked by Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"He didn'!" he growled at Hermione.
"Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter," smirked Malfoy. "It'd be worth more than his family's whole house -"
"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
Harry looked from their petrified faces to the red envelope.
Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light- blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed.
"Er -" said Harry.
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel - past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment, and the prospect of seeing Fred's and George's jealous faces when they
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel - past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment, and the prospect of seeing Fred's and George's jealous faces when they,