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"What's happen -?"
"A promise is a promise," Hermione reminded Harry bossily. "You said you'd go to the deathday party."
Ron didn't smile. The Howler was obviously still on his mind.
"Password?" she said as they approached.
"Why can't we get through?" Harry hissed to Ron.
"My late lamented lords, ladies, and gentlemen, it is my great sorrow . . ."
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
But the car disappeared from view with one last snort from its exhaust.
"Why didn't you send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl?" Professor McGonagall said coldly to Harry.
Ron was having far worse problems. He had patched up his wand with some borrowed Spellotape, but it seemed to be damaged beyond repair. It kept crackling and sparking at odd moments, and every time Ron tried to transfigure his beetle it engulfed him in thick gray smoke that smelled of rotten eggs. Unable to see what he was doing, Ron accidentally squashed his beetle with his elbow and had to ask for a new one. Professor McGonagall wasn't pleased.
"And what are the other balls for?" Colin asked, tripping down a couple of steps because he was gazing open-mouthed at Harry.
"No, I won't," said Hermione, suddenly severe. "You've had ten days to finish it -"
Professor Sprout was a squat little witch who wore a patched hat over her flyaway hair; there was usually a large amount of earth on her clothes and her fingernails would have made Aunt Petunia faint. Gilderoy Lockhart, however, was immaculate in sweeping robes of turquoise, his golden hair shining under a perfectly positioned turquoise hat with gold trimming.
His eyes fell on Harry and then darted to the Kwikspell envelope, which, Harry realized too late, was lying two feet away from where it had started.
"What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching Fang's ears.