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It was still right below them, winding its way past a snowcapped mountain. It was much darker beneath the canopy of clouds.
"It's `wattlebird,"' said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point - "
"That - that voice that said - didn't you hear it?"
Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.
"I only need another two inches, come on -"
It was so late that the Gryffindor common room was almost empty. Harry went straight up to the dormitory. Ron wasn't back yet. Harry pulled on his pajamas, got into bed, and waited. Half an hour later, Ron arrived, nursing his right arm and bringing a strong smell of polish into the darkened room.
"I can see it!" Harry yelled. "Right ahead - there!"
The door flew open at once. Lockhart beamed down at him.
"Enrol!" said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak.
There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasn't pink and fluffy.
"You have these," Harry mumbled to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. "I'll buy my own -"
"Of - of course," said Harry.
Malfoy, who had reached for the glass eye, said, "I thought you were going to buy me a present."
"No idea," Harry lied, putting on a spurt of speed that took him as far away as possible from Colin.
With an earsplitting bang of metal on wood, they hit the thick tree trunk and dropped to the ground with a heavy jolt. Steam was billowing from under the crumpled hood; Hedwig was shrieking in terror; a golfball-size lump was throbbing on Harry's head where he had hit the windshield; and to his right, Ron let out a low, despairing groan.。