out, gryffindor t play at all.”
at that momeoppled into the . how he
had mao climb through the portrait hole was anyones guess,
because his legs had been stuck together with what they reized
at ohe leg-locker curse. he must have had to bunny hop all
the to gryffindor tower.
everyone fell except hermio up and
performed the terevilles legs sprang apart and he
got to his feet, trembling. ”ened?” hermione asked him,
leadi with harry and ron.
”malfoy,” said neville shakily. ”i met him outside the
library. he said hed been looking for someoi.”
”go to prall!” hermied
him!”
neville shook his head.
”i dont warouble,” he mumbled.
”youve got to stand up to him, neville!” said ron. ”hes used
to eople, but thats o lie down in
front of him a easier.”
”theres ell me im o be in
gryffindor, malfoys already do,” neville choked out.
harry felt i of his robes a a chocolate
frog, the very last ohe box hermione had given him for
christmas. he gave it to neville, who looked as though he might cry.
”youre worth twelve of malfoy,” harry said. ”the s
hat chose yryffindor, didnt it? and wheres malfoy? in
stinking slytherin.”
nevilles lips twit a weak smile as he uhe frog.
”thanks, harry... i think ill go to bed.... dyou want the card,
you collect them, dont you?”
as neville walked away, harry looked at the famous wizard card.
”dumbledain,” he said, ”he was the first one i ever-”
he gasped. he stared at the back of the he looked
up at ron and hermione.
”ive found him!” he whispered. ”ive fouold you<b