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"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"
Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it -- it sounded a bit like an owl.
"Hey, Potter, come down!'
"This isn't safe -- she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on."
Harry bolted to the door and looked out. Even at a distance there was no mistaking him.
Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick -- he hit the field on all fours -- coughed -- and something gold fell into his hand.
Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry.
"I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do," Wood said. "These two are the Bludgers."
"Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses."
"Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy -- it's all right, up you get.".
Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped.
Hagrid bit his lip.
"You can see them any old time," said Ron. "Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"
"Never mind that now," said Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this...."
THE MIRROR OF ERISED
They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be.？
They had almost given up hope of ever finding Flamel in a li- brary book, even though Harry was still sure he'd read the name somewhere. Once term had started, they were back to skimming through books for ten minutes during their breaks. Harry had even less time than the other two, because Quidditch practice had started again.。