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There was a Hogsmeade visit halfway through January. Hermione was very surprised that Harry was going to go.
"Listen, Harry," he said (still in a very low voice), "I feel very bad about all this . .
"Oh ... I see ..." said Myrtle, picking at a spot on her chin in a morose sort of way.
Filch looked yearningly up the stairs, right through Harry, who could see that he was very reluctant to forgo the chance of cornering Peeves. Go, Harry pleaded with him silently, go with Snape . . . go. . . Mrs. Norris was peering around Filch's legs....
Obedient to Sirius's wish of hearing about anything odd at Hogwarts, Harry sent him a letter by brown owl that night, explaining all about Mr. Crouch breaking into Snape s office, and Moody and Snape's conversation. Then Harry turned his attention in earnest to the most urgent problem facing him: how to survive underwater for an hour on the twenty-fourth of February.
"Myrtle!" Harry tried to shout - but once again, nothing came out of his mouth but a very large bubble. Moaning Myrtle actually giggled.
It was Hermione.
"There they are, there they are!" she giggled, and the knot of Slytherins broke apart.
argument. They were being quite friendly to each other, though oddly formal. Ron and Harry wasted no time in telling Hermione about the conversation they had overheard between Madame Maxime and Hagrid, but Hermione didn't seem to find the news that Hagrid was a half-giant nearly as shocking as Ron did.
Next time he was in Hogsmeade, Harry decided as he walked back up the stone steps into the castle, he was going to buy Dobby a pair of socks for every day of the year.
The merpeople had grayish skin and long, wild, dark green hair. Their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth, and they wore thick ropes of pebbles around their necks. They leered at Harry as he swam past; one or two of them emerged from their caves to watch him better, their powerful, silver fish tails beating the water, spears clutched in their hands.
Hermione stood up very abruptly, her butterbeer clutched in her hand as though it were a grenade.
"Well, I dunno if that's what Dumbledore asked him to do, but he's definitely doing it,"
"It's too late, Dobby," Harry said hopelessly. "I'm not doing the task, I don't know how-"