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Harry's whole body went numb. Dumbledore was looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them, and
"We will be able to cure her, Argus," said Dumbledore patiently. "Professer Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Mrs. Norris."
"Look, food!" said Ron.
"The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it," she said promptly.
"Harry! Harry! Over here!"
very last person Harry wanted to meet when he was lost, covered in soot, and wearing broken glasses: Draco Malfoy.
"Look this way, Harry! This way!" he cried shrilly.
perfectly confident; this wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as using Floo powder. Both of them bent low over the handles of their trolleys and walked purposefully toward the barrier, gathering speed. A few feet away from it, they broke into a run and
"Mess and muck everywhere! I've had enough of it, I tell you! Follow me, Potter!"
"I know," said Harry, lying back in his four-poster and staring at the canopy above him. "I don't get it either."
"Harry! I've been wanting a word - you don't mind if he's a couple of minutes late, do you, Professor Sprout?"
"And what on earth's a Squib?" said Harry.
"I'm on'y jokin'," he said, patting Harry genially on the back and sending him face first into the table. "I knew yeh hadn't really. I told Lockhart yeh didn' need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin'."