the room, s with tiny icicles,
some glittering with hundreds of dles.
”how many days you got left until yer holidays?” hagrid asked.
”just one,” said hermiohat reminds me -harry, ron,
weve got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library.”
”oh yeah, yht,” said r his eyes away from
professor flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his
wand and was trailihe brahe ree.
”the library?” said hagrid, followi of the hall. ”just
before the holidays? bit kee yeh?”
”oh, were n,” harry thtly. ”ever since you
mentioned niel weve been trying to find out who he is.”
”you what?” hagrid looked shocked. ”listen here -- ive told
yeh -- drop it. its nothin to you what that dogs guardin.”
”we just want to know who niel is, thats all,”
said hermione.
”unless youd like to tell us arouble?” harry
added. ”we mustve been through hundreds of books already and we
t find him a give us a hint -- i know ive read
his name somewhere.”
”im sayin nothin, said hagrid flatly.
”just have to find out for ourselves, then,” said ron, and they
left hagrid looking disgruntled ao the library.
they had indeed been searg books for flamels name ever
since hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to
find out e was tryirouble was, it was
very hard to ko begin, not knowing what flamel might
have do himself into a book. he wasnt i wizards
of the tweury, or notable magiames of our time;
he was missing, too, from important mical discoveries,
and a study of ret developments in wizardry. and then, of course,
there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books;
thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.
hermio a list of subjed titles she had
decided to search while ron strode off down a row of books and
started pullihe shelves at random. harry wandered