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"Library." Harry finished her sentence for her. "C'mon, quick, or we won't get decent seats."
"Take this thing for a walk?" he repeated in disgust, staring into one of the boxes.
"We don't want to be in there with all that noise," she said. "Let's see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy."
Something large, much larger than a broomstick - or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks - was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
"I dunno," said Harry. He felt it would sound very melodramatic to say, "To kill me."
"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player," said Hermione.
"Don't tell me you're going back to the library this evening?" said Harry, watching her.
"Now, that's more like it!" growled Moody's voice, and suddenly, Harry felt the empty, echoing feeling in his head disappear. He remembered exactly what was happening, and the pain in his knees seemed to double.
They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent-looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest. Harry, standing between Ron and Hermione in the fourth row from the front, saw Dennis Creevey positively shivering with anticipation among the other first years.
I wonder what's for dinner, I'm - I'm starving, aren't you?"
Hagrid got up, went across to the chest of drawers beside his bed, and began searching for something inside it. They didn't pay too much attention until a truly horrible smell reached their nostrils. Coughing, Ron said, "Hagrid, what's that?"
Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better to look at this woman.
For Harry had just hit himself in the forehead with his fist, jolting Hedwig out of his lap.
Harry and Hermione both laughed, and Hermione began doling beef casserole onto each of their plates.
"- and he hit Goyle - look -"