s, hy warty hogwarts,
teaething please,
whether we be old and bald
with sees,
our heads could do with filling
with s stuff,
for now theyre bare and full of air,
dead flies and bits of fluff,
so teags worth knowing,
bring back what weve fot,
just do your best, well do the rest,
ail our brains all rot.
everybody fi differe last, only
the ere left singing along to a very slow funeral
march. dumbledore ducted their last feand and
when they had finished, he was ohose ed loudest.
”ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. ”a magid all we
do here! aime. off you trot!”
the gryffindor first years follh the g
crowds, out of the great hall, and up the marble staircase. harrys
legs were like lead again, but only because he was so tired and
full of food. he was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people
is along the corridors whispered ahey
passed, or that twice percy led them through doorways hidden behind
sliding panels and hahey climbed more staircases,
yawning and draggi, and harry was just w how
much farther they had to go wheo a sudden halt.
a bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them,
aook a step toward them they started throwing themselves
at him.
”peeves,” percy whispered to the first years. ”a peist.” he
raised his voice, ”peeves -- show yourself”
a loud, rude souhe air bei of a balloon,
answered.
”do you wao the bloody baron?”
there , and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a
wide mouth appeared, fled in the air, g
the walking sticks.
”oooooooh!” he said, with an evil cackle. ”ickle firsties! what