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"Hang on," blurted Harry. "What about my punishment?"
"You're fighting a losing battle there, dear," said his mirror in a vvheezy voice.
The knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with all his might, he couldn't get it out again. Finally, he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his sweating face.
"Riddikulus!" said the class together.
"If you'll follow me, Mr. Potter," he said, "I've already taken your things up..."
Harry nervously flattened his bangs down again.
Weasleys'. He hesitated, not wanting them to know he'd heard them arguing, when the sound of his own name made him stop, then move closer to the parlor door.
"Good man, Harry!" roared Hagrid. "Right then -- let's see how yeh get on with Buckbeak."
"Talk about summat else, Stan, there's a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles."
Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing down upon him, reaching inside his robes.
Hermione put up her hand.
"But didn't any of you -- fall off your seats?" said Harry awkwardly.
"I'll do it," said Harry.
"Who's that?" said Malfoy, taking an automatic step backward as he spotted Lupin.
"Eat, Harry, you look dead on your feet. Now then... You will be pleased to hear that we have dealt with the unfortunate blowing-up of Miss Marjorie Dursley. Two members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Department were dispatched to Privet Drive a few hours ago. Miss Dursley has been punctured and her memory has been modified. She has no recollection of the incident at all. So that's that, and no harm done."
Harry was also growing to dread the hours he spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at him. He couldn't like Professer Trelawney, even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't. They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Harry, as though he were on his deathbed.。