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McLaggen, a large, wiry-haired youth, raised a hand, and Harry and Neville nodded back at him.
Having always traveled there by carriage, Harry had never before appreciated just how far Hogwarts was from Hogsmeade Station. With great relief he finally saw the tall pillars on either side of the gates, each topped with a winged boar. He was cold, he was hungry and he was quite keen to leave this new, gloomy Tonks behind. But when he put out a hand to push open the gates, he found them chained shut.
"Maybe he's broken his Hand of Glory" said Ron vaguely, as he attempted to straighten his broomstick's bent tail twigs. "Remember that shriveled-up arm Malfoy had?"
Ron and Hermione bickered all the way back to Weasleys'
"Bumped into him," said Harry evasively.
"I'll see you two later," said Harry under his breath, pulling out his Invisibility Cloak and flinging it over himself.
"Harry! Hey, Harry!"
Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall peered at him through her square spectacles.
“More of the same, really . . . advising us all to unite in the face enemies, you know."
"If I were on duty . . ." said Mr. Weasley, glaring angrily at the amulet seller.
"No. I don't think so, sir. I'm Muggle-born, you see."
"Better reason for inviting someone than because their mother's famous," said Harry, scowling at the back of Zabini's head, "or because their uncle ?quot;
Harry remained within the confines of the Burrow's garden over the next few weeks. He spent most of his days playing two-a-side Quidditch in the Weasleys' orchard (he and Hermione against Ron and Ginny; Hermione was dreadful and Ginny good, so they were reasonably well matched) and his evenings eating triple helpings of everything Mrs. Weasley put in front of him.
"Quibbler still going strong, then?" asked Harry, who felt a certain fondness for the magazine, having given it an exclusive interview the previous year.
"He enjoys Acid Pops?" said Ron, who had read the message over Harry's shoulder and was looking perplexed.