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"Shut up!" Harry whispered.
"You -- Potter -- why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."
"Pig snout," they said and entered.
It wasn't going to be that simple. They hadn't gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of them.
Harry sniffed and a foul stench reached his nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean.
Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.
"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
"Okay, men," he said.
"But Malfoy --"
"Snape's refereeing?" he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. "When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin."
"Mrs. Norris?" breathed Ron, squinting through the dark.
"I'm warning you, Malfoy -- one more word
Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut. Hermione wouldn't hear of it.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President over the crowd. His heart skipped. He felt braver.
He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.