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"Hello, Nick," said Harry.
"HARRY! What d'yeh think yer doin' down there?"
"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin had run down from his seat and was now dancing alongside them as they left the field. Ron gave a huge heave and more slugs dribbled down his front.
None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a moment. Malfoy was smirking so broadly his cold eyes were reduced to slits.
Percy strode briskly forward and vanished. Mr. Weasley went next; Fred and George followed.
Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car.
His stomach lurched - "It's going to kill someone!" he shouted, and ignoring Ron's and Hermione's bewildered faces, he ran up the next flight of steps three at a time, trying to listen over his own pounding footsteps - Harry hurtled around the whole of the second floor, Ron and Hermione panting behind him, not stopping until they turned a corner into the last, deserted passage.
Harry couldn't help it. He grinned, too.
Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.
"And your eyes shut," said Mrs. Weasley. "The soot -"
"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
"Ha!" said Harry under his breath, pleased to see Draco looking both abashed and angry.