'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day,' said Professor McGonagall
It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.
Something came whizzing down the chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head.
He cast a sideways look at Harry under his bushy eyebrows.
He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.
'Anything off the cart, dears?'
No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need.
'What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?'
She followed Ron through the portrait hole, hissing at them like an angry goose.
Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut.
It took perhaps thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire.
He tore his eyes away from his mother's face, whispered, 'I'll come back,' and hurried from the room.
He stared at the back of the card.
He had written only two words: It's hatching.
'All right, but I warn yeh, he's a coward,' said Hagrid.
Not for nothing, though, was Harry the youngest Seeker in a century.
It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.
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