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Harry had barely closed the door on Myrtle's gurgling sobs when a loud voice made all three of them jump.
"I'm a what?" said Harry.
He raised his own wand, attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action, and dropped it. Snape smirked as Lockhart quickly picked it up, saying, "Whoops -my wand is a little overexcited -"
"Come on," said Rods voice in his ear. "Move - come on -"
"You are," Ron pointed out.
"But - only a Gryffindor could have stolen - nobody else knows our password -"
"Riddle does sound like Percy - who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway?"
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions - for full details, see my published works.
"Who's that?" glugged Myrtle miserably. "Come to throw something else at me?"
Harry swung his wand high, but Malfoy had already started on "two": His spell hit Harry so hard he felt as though he'd been hit over the head with a saucepan. He stumbled, but everything still seemed to be working, and wasting no more time, Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted, "Rictusempra!"
"It never killed no one!" said the large boy, backing against the closed door. From behind him, Harry could hear a funny rustling and clicking.
Harry's stomach gave a horrible lurch. Slowly and carefully, he raised himself a few inches so he could look at the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight lay across its staring face.
Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.
"Yeah," came the deep grunt of Crabbe from his right.