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The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished.
The Bloody Baron was the Slytherin ghost, a gaunt and silent specter covered in silver bloodstains. He was the only person at Hogwarts who could really control Peeves.
"What?" said Ron in disbelief. "Hermione - it's the first day back! We haven't even got homework yet!"
"You may rest assured that she will be punished," Mr. Crouch added coldly.
Mr. Crouch stared back, his face somehow sharpened, each line upon it more deeply etched.
Hermione stared at him.
I give you - Dimitrov!"
"Ah, some of 'em have got stings," said Hagrid enthusiastically (Lavender quickly withdrew her hand from the box). "I reckon they're the males. . . . The females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies. . . . I think they might be ter suck blood."
A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known:
They followed the dark path deeper into the wood, still keeping an eye out for Fred, George, and Ginny. They passed a group of goblins who were cackling over a sack of gold that they had undoubtedly won betting on the match, and who seemed quite unperturbed by the trouble at the campsite. Farther still along the path, they walked into a patch of silvery light, and when they looked through the trees, they saw three tall and beautiful veela standing in a clearing, surrounded by a gaggle of young wizards, all of whom were talking very loudly.
"Teach - Moody, is that a student?" shrieked Professor McGonagall, the books spilling out of her arms.
"Precisely, Amos," said Mr. Weasley. "She might have picked it up anywhere.. . . Winky?"
"Lynch is!" yelled Harry.
Hermione stared at him.
Harry flattened himself against the wall as Mr. Weasley came clattering past with his robes on back-to-front and hurtled out of sight. When Harry and the others entered the kitchen, they saw Mrs. Weasley rummaging anxiously in the drawers - "I've got a quill here somewhere!" - and Mr. Weasley bending over the fire, talking to -Harry shut his eyes hard and opened them again to make sure that they were working properly.
The rain was still drumming heavily against the high, dark glass. Another clap of thunder shook the windows, and the stormy ceiling flashed, illuminating the golden plates as the remains of the first course vanished and were replaced, instantly, with puddings.