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"And get another box of Jelly Slugs, dear, they've nearly cleaned us out --" said a woman's voice.
Lupin grasped the lid of the packing case and pulled.
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"How about these?" said Ron, shoving a jar of Cockroach Clusters under Hermione's nose.
"Well... when we were in our first year, Harry -- young, carefree, and innocent --"
"Okay," said Harry. He took a bite of the chocolate and watched Lupin extinguishing the lamps that had rekindled with the disappearance of the dementor. A thought had just occurred to him.
January faded imperceptibly into February, with no change in the bitterly cold weather. The match against Ravenclaw was drawing nearer and nearer, but Harry still hadn't ordered a new broom. He was now asking Professor McGonagall for news of the Firebolt after every Transfiguration lesson, Ron standing hopefully at his shoulder, Hermione rushing past with her face averted.
Harry whiled away the hours until dawn in front of the fire, getting up every now and then to stop Crookshanks from sneaking up
"Very good," said Lupin, smiling. "Right, then -- ready to try it on a dementor?"
"Mmm!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.
"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said exasperatedly, waving his glasses.
"A likely tale!" roared Sir Cadogan. Then, spotting Harry and Ron: "Good even, my fine young yeomen! Come clap this loon in irons. He is trying to force entry to the chambers within!"
"Well... when you fell off, it got blown away," said Hermione hesitantly.
"Ready?" said Lupin, gripping the box lid.
A shrill voice was laughing, the woman was screaming, and Harry knew no more.