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Then a noise in the next room made them jump. Harry had only just raised his wand when they heard someone speak -and it wasn't Malfoy.
"Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new -- celebrity."
Harry and Hermione tried to calm Ron down.
"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay -- get off, Neville!" For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of Harry's bathrobe for the last minute. "What?"
"I won't let you in," he puffed. "Norbert's at a tricky stage -- nothin' I can't handle."
"Shut up, you two," said Wood. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."
Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules since Harry and Ron had saved her from the mountain troll, and she was much nicer for it. The day before Harry's first Quidditch match the three of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and she had conjured them up a bright blue fire that could be carried around in a jam jar. They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Snape crossed the yard. Harry noticed at once that Snape was limping. Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed. Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off anyway.
"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."
"It's nearly out." He ushered them inside.
"Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"
"Never mind that now," said Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this...."
"How did you know --?"
"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Ron, and they left Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library.
Hermione, who came back the day before term started, took a different view of things. She was torn between horror at the idea of Harry being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row ("If Filch had caught you!"), and disappointment that he hadn't at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was.
Harry grabbed his broom.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground.。