thats between professor
dumbledore an niel --”
”aha!” said harry, ”so theres someone iel
ihere?”
hagrid looked furious with himself.
chapter twelve
the mirror of erised
christmas was in mid-december, hogwarts
woke to find itself several feet of snow. the lake froze
solid awins were punished for bewitg several
snowballs so that they followed quirrell around, boung off the
back of his turbahat male their way
through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be o
health by hagrid before they could fly off again.
no one could wait for the holidays to start. while the gryffindor
a hall had r fires, the drafty
corridors had bee id a bitter wihe windows in
the s. rofessor snapes classes down
in the dungeoheir breath rose in a mist before them and
they kept as close as possible to their hot s.
”i do feel so sorry,” said draalfoy, oions class,
”for all those people who have to stay at hogwarts for christmas
because theyre home.”
he was looki harry as he spoke. d goyle
chuckled. harry, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish,
ighem. malfoy had been even more uhan usual since
the quidditch match. disgusted that the slytherins had lost, he
had tried thing at how a wide-m
w harry as seeker hen hed realized that
nobody found this fuhey ressed at the
way harry had maay on his bustialfoy,
jealous and angry, had goo taunting harry about having no
proper family.
it was true that harry wasnt going back to privet drive for
christmas. prall had e around the week before,
making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays,
and harry had sig once. he didnt feel sorry for himself at
all; this would probably be the best christmas hed ever had. ron