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"Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter," Rita replied, beaming at him. Her gold teeth glinted.
"What breeds you got here, Charlie?" said Hagrid, gazing at the closest dragon, the black one, with something chose to reverence. Its eyes were still just open. Harry could see a strip of gleaming yellow beneath its wrinkled black eyelid.
"Because we want to send a letter, you stupid great prat," said George.
She seized Harry's arm and started to try to drag him back along the corridor.
"No, no, I'm not!" she said hastily. "And it's not spew, Ron -"
"Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?"
listening to the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network) that they were a very famous musical group.
"Nothing," said Hermione quickly.
But Harry held up a hand to silence him, his heart suddenly pounding as though it would burst. He could hear footsteps coming down the spiral staircase behind him.
Ron moaned and put his face in his hands. He kept talking, though the words were barely distinguishable.
"Yeah, you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye."
She turned left at the bottom of the staircase and hurried toward the door through which Cedric Diggory had gone the night after the Goblet of Fire had regurgitated his and Harry's names. Harry had never been through here before. He and Ron followed Hermione down a flight of stone steps, but instead of ending up in a gloomy underground passage like the one that led to Snape's dungeon, they found themselves in a broad stone corridor, brightly lit with torches, and decorated with cheerful paintings that were mainly of food.
"Dragons are extremely difficult to slay, owing to the ancient magic that imbues their thick hides, which none but the most powerful spells can penetrate. . .' But Sirius said a simple one would do it.. .
His insides had come back again. It felt as though they had been filled with lead in their absence.
As they prepared to take their leave, many of the surrounding elves pressed in upon them, offering snacks to take back upstairs. Hermione refused, with a pained look at the way the elves kept bowing and curtsying, but Harry and Ron loaded their pockets with cream cakes and pies.