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Hagrid held up the limp rooster.
"Hello," said Harry. "I'm looking for Justin Finch-Fletchley."
"I wouldn't bet on that," Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth.
"You want to show a bit more respect to a school prefect!" he said. "I don't like your attitude!"
Hermione let her robes fall and Ron backed into the sink.
"Professor," Harry gasped. "Your bird - I couldn't do anything - he just caught fire -"
She waved vaguely at the dirty old mirror and the damp floor.
Harry saw Ron's eyes widen in shock. He read the clipping quickly, gave a very forced laugh, and handed it to Harry.
"That's what I told Ginny," said Percy fiercely, "but she still seems to think you're going to be expelled, I've never seen her so upset, crying her eyes out, you might think of her, all the first years are thoroughly overexcited by this business -"
It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindlelegged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.
"That's Filch," Harry muttered as they hurried up the stairs and paused, out of sight, listening hard.
For an agonizing moment, Harry hung in midair, not daring to speed toward Malfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch.
"When I've had a look," said Malfoy, waving the diary tauntingly at Harry.