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But Harry did not get a lot of time to consider the problem, what with Quidditch practice, homework, and the fact that he was now being dogged wherever he went by Cormac McLaggen and Lavender Brown.
Professor Sprout headed off into the gathering darkness in the direction of her greenhouses, and Slughorn directed his steps to the spot where Harry stood, invisible.
There could be no doubt that Dumbledore's detailed knowledge of those with whom he was traveling was even less welcome to Voldemort; however, he rallied almost at once.
- "I went to the hospital wing to find you," said Luna, rummaging in her bag. "But they said you'd left..."
"Nobody," said Myrtle, picking moodily at a spot on her chin. "He said he'd come back and see me, but then you said you'd pop in and visit me too" — she gave Harry a reproachful look — "and I haven't seen you for months and months. I've learned not to ex-pect too much from boys."
Harry glanced around again; lots of people were looking positively alarmed at being asked to Apparate so quickly.
"Is he?" said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing, both highly interested in the news of Dumbledore and Snape's row and keen m abuse McLaggen as much as possible.
'Fair enough,' said Harry, albeit puzzled, as he turned to open the door.
"Lovely, madam," squeaked Hokey.
"Thank you, Harry Potter, sir!" squeaked Dobby happily, and he too vanished.
“Do you mean to say," said Hermione in a hushed voice, "that that little girl whose scales I repaired — ?"
The portrait swung closed behind Harry, but not before he had heard Dean make an angry retort.. . . His feeling of elation in-creasing, Harry strode off through the castle. He did not have to creep along, for he met nobody on his way, but this did not surprise him in the slightest. This evening, he was the luckiest person at Hogwarts.
"Yeah, I'm really going to tell you, because it's your business, Potter," sneered Malfoy. "You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' — 'the Boy Who Scored' — whatever they call you these days."
"What did you want to see him about?"
"Well?" Harry urged him, as Hagrid shuffled his enormous feet uneasily.