over to the restricted se. he had been w for a while
if flamel wasnt somewhere iunately, you needed a
specially sige from oeachers to look in any of
the restricted books, and he knew hed hese were
the books g powerful dark magiever taught at hogwarts,
and only read by older students studying advanse against
the dark arts.
”what are you looking for, boy?”
”nothing,” said harry.
madam pihe librarian braher duster at him.
”youd better get out, then. go on -- out!”
wishing hed been a bit quicker at thinkiory,
harry left the library. he, ron, and hermione had already agreed
theyd better not ask madam pihey d flamel. they
were sure shed be able to tell them, but they t risk snape
hearing what they were up to.
harry waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had
found anything, but he wasnt very hopeful. they had been looking
for two weeks, after a, but as they only had odd momeween
lessons it wasnt surprising theyd found nothing. what they really
needed was a nig sear pihing down
their necks.
five mier, ron and hermione joined him, shaking their
heads. they went off to lunch.
”you will keep looking while im away, wont you?” said
hermione. ”and send me an owl if you find anything.”
”and you could ask your parents if they know who flamel is,”
said ron. ”itd be safe to ask them.”
”very safe, as theyre both dentists,” said hermione.
ohe holidays had started, ron and harry were having too
good a time to think muel. they had the dormitory to
themselves and the tier than usual, so they
were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. they sat by the
h anything they could spear on a toasting fork -- bread,
english muffins, marshmall