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"Look, can someone just explain what that skull thing was?" said Ron impatiently. "It wasn't hurting anyone. . . . Why's it such a big deal?"
Winky was twisting the hem of her tea towel so violently that it was fraying beneath her fingers.
"Hi, Hagrid!" Harry yelled, seeing a gigantic silhouette at the far end of the platform.
But none of the Ministry wizards apart from Mr. Crouch seemed to think it remotely likely that Harry, Ron, or Hermione had conjured the skull; on the contrary, at Hermione's words, they had all raised their wands again and were pointing in the direction she had indicated, squinting through the dark trees.
"Yeah, we've left it a bit late," said George.
Harry did as he was told and hurried out of the tent, Ron at his heels.
"Come off it, Amos," said Mr. Weasley quietly, "you don't seriously think it was the elf?
Harry recognized the tea towel at once. It was Winky.
"Ouch!" yelled Dean Thomas after about ten minutes. "It got me."
Everyone in the entrance hall was listening now. Malfoy straightened the paper with a flourish and read on:
Hermione got up, tiptoed to the compartment door, and slid it shut, blocking out Malfoy's voice.
"There are house-elves here?" she said, staring, horror-struck, at Nearly Headless Nick.
There was a definite end-of-the-holidays gloom in the air when Harry awoke next morning. Heavy rain was still splattering against the window as he got dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt; they would change into their school robes on the Hogwarts Express.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."
"What rules?" said Harry, Ron, Fred, and George together.
His preoccupation lasted all the way across the sodden vegetable patch until they arrived in greenhouse three, but here he was distracted by Professor Sprout showing the class the ugliest plants Harry had ever seen. Indeed, they looked less like plants than thick, black, giant slugs, protruding vertically out of the soil. Each was squirming slightly and had a number of large, shiny swellings upon it, which appeared to