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After half an hour or so, Hermione, growing tired of the endless Quidditch talk, buried herself once more in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, and started trying to learn a Summoning Charm.
"Who's there?" he said.
"What does Mad-Eye say happened?" asked Mr. Weasley, unscrewing the ink bottle, loading up his quill, and preparing to take notes.
Harry looked away. He would willingly have split all the money in his Gringotts vault with the Weasleys, but he knew they would never take it.
"I is not doing it!" she squealed, her eyes rolling in terror. "I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wands, I isn't knowing how!"
Harry looked around; the whole class was staring at him. He sat up straight; he had been almost dozing off, lost in the heat and his thoughts.
Harry sat up quickly and the top of his head hit canvas.
"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," sneered Malfoy.
"I expect my gran'd want me to try, though. She's always going on about how I should be upholding the family honor. I'll just have to -- oops. . ."
They were now leading by one hundred and thirty points to ten, and the game was starting to get dirtier.
The words were hardly out of his mouth, when Ludo Bagman emerged from behind a tree right ahead of them.
"We can't prove it was them, Bill," said Mr. Weasley. "Though it probably was," he added hopelessly.
Ron hastily turned his laugh into a hacking cough.
"Good evening," he said, beaming at them.
"Leave - what?" Harry said, bewildered.