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Ah, said a nasty little voice in his brain, but the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin, don't you remember?
"What, you reckon Slytherin's monster can duel?" said Ron, but he, too, read the sign with interest.
"Already dead," said Ron helpfully.
"Medicine for my stomach," Ron grunted, and without further ado they sprinted the length of the Slytherin common room, hurled themselves at the stone wall, and dashed up the passage, hoping against hope that Malfoy hadn't noticed anything. Harry
Her face was covered in black fur. Her eyes had turned yellow and there were long, pointed ears poking through her hair.
"I don't want a photo of this, Colin," he said loudly.
The office door opened. Dumbledore came in, looking very somber.
"That looks more like Goyle," said Ron. "That's how he looks every time a teacher asks him a question."
Harry swung his wand high, but Malfoy had already started on "two": His spell hit Harry so hard he felt as though he'd been hit over the head with a saucepan. He stumbled, but everything still seemed to be working, and wasting no more time, Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted, "Rictusempra!"
"No," Hermione agreed. "I just wanted to show them how er - nice it is in here."
They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Lockhart teamed Neville with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape reached Harry and Ron first.
But I'm in Gryffindor, Harry thought. The Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me in here if I had Slytherin blood...
"Sit down," said Dippet. "I've just been reading the letter you sent me.
"Dobby must go!" breathed the elf, terrified. There was a loud crack, and Harry's fist was suddenly clenched on thin air. He slumped back into bed, his eyes on the dark doorway to the hospital wing as the footsteps drew nearer.
"Could be useful," he said to Harry and Hermione as they went into dinner. "Shall we go?"