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His insides had come back again. It felt as though they had been filled with lead in their absence.
"Hermione, where are we going?" Harry asked, after she had led them down through six floors, and started down the marble staircase into the entrance hall.
"Fits, doesn't it?" he said. "Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other.
"Caught on, have you?" said Harry coldly. "Took you long enough."
Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew.
"No, he's off delivering a letter," said Ron. "Why?"
"Probably says he's not a very good Head of Department," said Hermione, "and let's face it... he's got a point, hasn't he?"
Harry turned to look at her and his stomach gave a weird lurch as though he had missed a step going downstairs.
"Said that, did he?" said Hagrid, while Ron and Hermione laughed. "Well, yeh might've bent a few rules. Harry, bu' yeh're all righ' really, aren' you?"
"Er," he said.
And I have to tell you something else too.. . ah, yes... your task is to collect the golden egg!"
"And then Dobby had the idea. Harry Potter, sir! 'Why doesn't Dobby and Winky find work together?' Dobby says. 'Where is there enough work for two house-elves?' says Winky.
"Yeah, that would be great," said Harry. "Let me know, will you?"
Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into the groove that ran all the way around it and prised it open.
"What's that got to do with you?" Harry snarled. "What are you doing down here at this time of night?"
It was nearly one in the morning when Harry finally went up to the dormitory with Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean. Before he pulled the curtains of his four-poster shut. Harry set his tiny model of the Hungarian Horntail on the table next to his bed, where it yawned, curled up, and closed its eyes. Really, Harry thought, as he pulled the hangings on his four-poster closed, Hagrid had a point.. . they were all right, really, dragons. .。