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"Quick, behind here," Harry hissed, dragging Ron behind a nearby bush. Hermione followed, somewhat reluctantly.
"Rude you was about poor Myrtle." He took a deep breath and bellowed, "OY! MYRTLE!"
"Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him -"
He was looking at Malfoy, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.
He fell, face forward, onto cold stone and felt the bridge of his glasses snap.
"Good day yourself, Mister Malfoy, and if the stories are true, you haven't sold me half of what's hidden in your manor ......
"And what on earth's a Squib?" said Harry.
The minutes snailed by. Harry let Lockhart's voice wash over him, occasionally saying, "Mmm" and "Right" and "Yeah." Now and then he caught a phrase like, "Fame's a fickle friend, Harry," or "Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that."
"Ah, the Hand of Glory!" said Mr. Borgin, abandoning Mr. Malfoy's list and scurrying over to Draco. "Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir."
But as Filch lowered his quill, there was a great BANG! on the ceiling of the office, which made the oil lamp rattle.
"Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year," said George after a while. "Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything ......
"Right, then," Lockhart said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.
Hermione snatched the schedule back, blushing furiously.