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"Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him -"
But then he saw that Hagrid was laughing.
"You'd better get out of here, Harry," said Nick quickly. "Filch isn't in a good mood - he's got the flu and some third years accidentally plastered frog brains all over the ceiling in dungeon five. He's been cleaning all morning, and if he sees you dripping mud all over the place -"
Harry couldn't see how eight people, six large trunks, two owls, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. He had reckoned, of course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added.
"Listen!" said Harry urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, watching him.
They had barely turned around, however, when a little man swooped suddenly from under the table and came to a halt in midair before them.
The photographs of Lockhart on the walls were all nodding in agreement as he talked. One of them had forgotten to remove his hair net.
It was Draco Malfoy. He had pushed to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes alive, his usually bloodless face flushed, as he grinned at the sight of the hanging, immobile cat.
"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.
"So do you," said Harry.
Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.
"Never?" said Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"
"Are you okay?" Harry said urgently.