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Harry felt the blood surge to his head and heard a thumping noise in his ears.

This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories,

Tired <…>, the Gryffindors trooped back up to the castle, none of them talking very much; it had been another long day.

Harry wished all the teachers would stop doing this;

“I just wish Hagrid would hurry up and get back, that’s all,”

The sky still appeared unable to make up its mind whether it wanted to rain or not.

We’ve got to ignore him, Harry.

If you have not already given serious thought to your careers, now is the time to do so.

“But on the plus side, no Snape today,” said Ron bracingly.

“You’re leaving out hats for the house-elves?” said Ron slowly. “And you’re covering them up with rubbish first?”
“Yes,” said Hermione
<…>
“That’s not on,” said Ron angrily. “You’re trying to trick them into picking up the hats. You’re setting them free when they might not want to be free.”

Hermione stared down at her blank piece of parchment for a few seconds, then said, “<…>I can’t concentrate now. I’m going to bed.”

her eyes were narrowed and her bushy hair seemed to crackle with electricity.

What’s Dumbledore playing at?”

Rain pounded on the windowpanes as they strode along the empty corridors back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry felt as though his first day had lasted a week, but he still had a mountain of homework to do before bed.

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk again. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half-scared, half-fascinated.

It was very dull work looking up bits of dreams in the Oracle and Harry was not cheered up when Professor Trelawney set them the task of keeping a dream diary for a month as homework.

“Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night,” said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. “What d’you reckon that means?”
“Probably that you’re going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,” said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest.

and Harry broke off, feeling both annoyed and slightly ashamed of himself again.

Serve them right, he thought.

“Can’t you give it a rest?”