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"I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those dementors...."
"Well -- that thing -- the dementor -- stood there and looked around (I mean, I think it did, I couldn't see its face) -- and you -- you
I don't know," Hermione said slowly, and Harry saw her glance at him.
Everyone stared at her.
And then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings.
The class broke into applause, all except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were looking deeply disappointed.
Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces.
"You'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future." Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side.
"Stay where you are," he said in the same hoarse voice, and he got slowly to his feet with his handful of fire held out in front of him.
Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which, after the action-packed first class, had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence. They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you --"
Hagrid strode over to Harry, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the door.
"Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly.
Professor McGonagall looked over her square spectacles at him but didn't say anything.
New students at Hogwarts were sorted into Houses by trying on the sorting Hat, which shouted out the House they were best suited to (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin). Professor McGonagall strode off toward her empty seat at the staff table, and Harry and Hermione set off in the other direction, as quietly as possible, toward the Gryffindor table. People looked around at them as they passed along the back of the hall, and a few of them pointed at Harry. Had the story of his collapsing in front of the dementor traveled that fast?