Extraits

Harry turned to Hermione.

'Do something', he said desperately.

Hermione stepped forward.

'Neville' ,she said, 'I'm really, really sorry about this.'

She raised her wand.

'Petrificus Totalus !' she cried, pointing it at Neville.

Neville stared at their guilty faces.

'You're going out again' , he said.

'No, no, no ', said Hermione. 'No we're not. Why don't you go to bed, Neville ?'

'Now enough questions. Every-Flavour Beans ! I was fortunate enough in my youth to come accross a vomit-flavoured one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them - but I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you ?'

He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he chocked and said, ' Alas ! Earwax ! '

'Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle', said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. 'And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.'

'That's Hagrid',said Harry, pleased to know something the boy didn't. 'He works at Hogwarts.'

'Oh', said the boy, 'I've heard of him. He's a sort of a servant, isn't he ?'

'He's a gamekeeper', said Harry. He was liking the boy less and less every second.

Malfoy in dentention - what could spoil their happiness ?

The answer to that was waiting at the foot of the stairs. As they stepped into the corridor, Filch's face loomed suddenly out of the darkness.

' Well, well, well', he whispered, ' we are in trouble.'

They'd left the Invisibility Cloack on top of the tower.

' I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy, he stammered.

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, 'You tell him, Neville.'

Mr Ollivander cried, ' Oh, bravo ! Yes, indeed, oh, very good.

Well, well, well... How curious... how very curious...'

'Sorry', said Harry, 'but what's curious ?'

Mr Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.

'I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother gave you that scar.'

He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley - there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal and next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.

'They'll all forget this in a few weeks. Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the time they've been here, and people still like them.'

'They've never lost a hundred and fifty points in one go, though, have they ?' said Harry miserably.

'Well... no', Ron admitted.