br/>
”youve got some nerve --” said ron loudly.
”shut up, both of you!” said harry sharply. i heard something.”
it was a sort of snuffling.
”mrs. norris?” breathed ron, squinting through the dark.
it wasnt mrs. norris. it was neville. he was curled up on the
floor, fast asleep, but jerked suddehey earer.
”thank goodness you found me! ive been out here for hours,
i t remember the new passwet in to bed.”
”keep your voieville. the passwords pig snout
but it wont help you ladys gone off somewhere.”
”hows your arm?” said harry.
”fine,” said neville, showing them. ”madam pomfrey me
in about a minute.”
”good - well, look, neville, weve got to be somewhere, well
see you later --”
”dont leave me!” said neville, sg to his feet, ”i dont
want to stay here alohe bloody barowice already.”
ro his watd then glared furiously at hermione
and neville.
”if either of you get us caught, ill il ive
lear curse of the bogies quirrell told us about, and used
it on you.
hermione opeh, perhaps to tell roly how to
use the curse of the bogies, but harry hissed at her to be quiet
ahem all forward.
they flitted along corridors striped with bars of moonlight from
the high windows. at every turo run into filch
or mrs. norris, but they were lucky. they sped up a staircase to
the third floor aoward the trophy room.
malfoy and crabbe werent there yet. the crystal trophy cases
glimmered where the moonlight caught them. cups, shields, plates,
and statues winked silver and gold in the darkhey edged
along the ihe doors at either end
of the room. harry took out his wand in case malfoy leapt in and
started at oes crept by.
”hes late, maybe hes ed out,” ron whispered.