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Lockhart stopped abruptly in the middle of counting the number of murders he had prevented.
When the door had closed behind her, Ron let out a long, low whistle.
without a backward look. Then, dented, scratched, and steaming, the car rumbled off into the darkness, its rear lights blazing angrily.
"He's never traveled by Floo powder," said Ron suddenly. "Sorry, Harry, I forgot."
"What are you talking about, Weasley?" barked Professor McGonagall.
"Oh, shut up," said Harry. Ron snorted with laughter and the ground was sprayed with slugs.
It had snapped, almost in two; the tip was dangling limply, held on by a few splinters.
"Harry, what're we -"
Shining brightly on the walls by the light of many candles were countless framed photographs of Lockhart. He had even signed a few of them. Another large pile lay on his desk.
* 3-2o *
"Hang on. . . " Harry muttered to Ron. "There's an empty chair at the staff table .... Where's Snape?"
"Well, this Halloween will be my five hundredth deathday," said Nearly Headless Nick, drawing himself up and looking dignified.
plate of treacle fudge, while Ron coughed squelchily into his basin. "An' I mean the on' one. Gettin' very difficult ter find anyone fer Y
On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harry's favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they fiIled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.