and Harry and Ron had a clear view of Hermione, the only person who hadn't rushed over to them, bent over her work and carefully avoiding their eyes. Harry and Ron approached her table and at last, she looked up.
鈥淚 got it back,鈥�said Harry, grinning at her and holding up the Firebolt.
鈥淪ee, Hermione? There wasn't anything wrong with it!鈥�said Ron.
鈥淲ell 鈥�there might have been!鈥�said Hermione. 鈥淚 mean, at least you know now that it's safe!鈥�
鈥淵eah, I suppose so,鈥�said Harry. 鈥淚'd better put it upstairs.鈥�
鈥淚'll take it!鈥�said Ron eagerly. 鈥淚've got to give Scabbers his rat tonic.鈥�
He took the Firebolt and, holding it as if it were made of glass, carried it away up the boys鈥�staircase.
鈥淐an I sit down, then?鈥�Harry asked Hermione.
鈥淚 suppose so,鈥�said Hermione, moving a great stack of parchment off a chair.
Harry looked around at the cluttered table, at the long Arithmancy essay on which the ink was still glistening, at the even longer Muggle Studies essay (鈥楨xplain Why Muggles Need Electricity')
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