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"He's packing?" said Harry, alarmed. "Why?"
He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world (six tall goal posts, four flying balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks).
"You think you saw his ghost?"
Harry couldn't believe it - he was free. He rolled down the
"All right," said Harry, "all right. . . "
He hurried over to Ron, bent down, tapped Ron's leg with his wand, and muttered, "Ferula." Bandages spun up Ron's leg, strapping it tightly to a splint. Lupin helped him to his feet; Ron put his weight gingerly on the leg and didn't wince.
Snape took a step toward Dumbledore.
All three of Mrs. Weasley's sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them.
"It's wonderful," said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.
"Harry, I can't believe it.... You conjured up a Patronus that drove away all those dementors! That's very, very advanced magic. I knew I could do it this time," said Harry, "because I'd already done it.... Does that make sense?"
Harry took the map and grinned.
The door opened again. It was Dumbledore. Harry swallowed his mouthful of chocolate with great difficulty and got up again.
"Have you been stopping my letters?"
Hermione covered her face with her hands and turned to the wall.