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Colin scrambled through the hole after him.
It was still right below them, winding its way past a snowcapped mountain. It was much darker beneath the canopy of clouds.
Snape looked furious. So did Filch.
Lockhart stepped forward eagerly.
"Noooooo!" Ron yelled, swinging the steering wheel around; they missed the dark stone wall by inches as the car turned in a great arc, soaring over the dark greenhouses, then the vegetable patch, and then out over the black lawns, losing altitude all the time.
"My wand," said Ron, in a shaky voice. "Look at my wand -"
"And the fourth ball -"
It wasn't at all the triumphant arrival they had pictured. Stiff, cold, and bruised, they seized the ends of their trunks and began dragging them up the grassy slope, toward the great oak front doors.
"Oh, here we go," said Nearly Headless Nick bitterly.
Filch's pasty face went brick red. Harry braced himself for a tidal wave of fury. Filch hobbled across to his desk, snatched up the envelope, and threw it into a drawer.
"Follow me," said Snape.
"It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger.
He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.
Mr. Borgin fixed a pair of pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list.