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Wood shot toward the ground, landing rather harder than he meant to in his anger, staggering slightly as he dismounted. Harry, Fred, and George followed.
"Good man," said Wood. "Meet you on the field in fifteen minutes.
"Amazing," said Neville, awestruck.
"Shouldn't we try and help -" Harry began awkwardly.
Harry didn't answer. He was straining his ears to hear the voice again, but there was no sound now except for Lockhart telling him he mustn't expect a treat like this every time he got detention. Feeling dazed, Harry left.
The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being
"Somewhere over there," said Ron, pointing along the shelves. "Looking for another book. I think she's trying to read the whole library before Christmas."
Harry strained his ears. Distantly, from the floor above, and growing fainter still, he heard the voice: ". . . I smell blood. . . . I SMELL BLOOD!"
"Four to a tray - there is a large supply of pots here - compost in the sacks over there - and be careful of the Venemous Tentacula, it's teething."
"My late lamented lords, ladies, and gentlemen, it is my great sorrow . . ."
"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling," said Mr. Malfoy.
Draco turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him. He walked forward - he stretched out his hand for the handle