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"No second year could have done this," said Dumbledore firmly. "it would take Dark Magic of the most advanced -"
"It's `wattlebird,"' said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point - "
"Come on," said Harry wearily, "we'd better get up to the school ......
"What's that funny clicking noise?" called Fred as they hurtled around the corner.
Innumerable candles were hovering in midair over four long, crowded tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle. Overhead, the bewitched ceiling, which always mirrored the sky outside, sparkled with stars.
"My subject is History of Magic," he said in his dry, wheezy voice. "I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends." He cleared his throat with a small noise like chalk s!-ping and continued, "In September of that year, a subcommittee of Sardinian sorcerers
But Hermione gave a sudden gasp, pointing down the corridor.
"Ah, here's the scalawag!" he said. "Come in, Harry, come in -"
After that they didn't have much chance to talk. Their earmuffs were back on and they needed to concentrate on the Mandrakes. Professor Sprout had made it look extremely easy, but it wasn't. The Mandrakes didn't like coming out of the earth, but didn't seem to want to go back into it either. They squirmed, kicked, flailed their sharp little fists, and gnashed their teeth; Harry spent ten whole minutes trying to squash a particularly fat one into a pot.
"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling," said Mr. Malfoy.
"Never?" said Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"
"We're going to miss the train," Ron whispered. "I don't understand why the gateway's sealed itself -"
"Where did you come out?" Ron asked.
"An Engorgement Charm, I suppose?" said Hermione, halfway between disapproval and amusement. "Well, you've done a good job on them."
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel - past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment, and the prospect of seeing Fred's and George's jealous faces when they。