prall eechless with shod her
glasses flashed furiously, ”-- how dare you -- might have broken
your neck --”
”it wasnt his fault, professor --”
”be quiet, miss patil
”but malfoy --”
”thats enough, mr. otter, follow me, now.”
harry caught sight of malfoy, d goyles triumphant
faces as he left, walking numbly in pralls wake as
she strode toward the castle. he was going to be expelled, he just
ko say something to defehere
seemed to be something wrong with his voiagall
ing along without even looking at him; he had to jog to
keep up. now hed do. he haded two weeks. hed
be pag his bags ies. what would the dursleys say
whehe doorstep?
up the frohe marble stairside, and still
prall didnt say a word to him. she wren
doors and marg corridors with harry trotting miserably
behind her. maybe she was taking him to dumbledore. he thought of
hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. perhaps he
could be hagrids assistant. his stomach twisted as he imagined
it, wat ahers being wizards, while he stumped
around the grrids bag.
prall stopped outside a . she opened
the door and poked her head inside.
”excuse me, professor flitwick, could i borrow wood for
a moment?”
wood? thought harry, bewildered; was wood a e she was going
to use on him?
but wood turo be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who
came out of flitwicles class looking fused.
”follow me, you trall, and they
mar up the corridor, wood looking curiously at harry.
”in here.”
prall poio a that ty
except for peeves, riting rude words on the blackboard.
”out, peeves!” she barked. peeves threw the to a
bin, whiged loudly,