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Harry and Hermione were all for it, so at eight o'clock that
"Oh, yes," said Hermione eagerly. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer -"
cerely hoped the artist had imagined the looks of intense pain on their faces.
"Riddle might have got the wrong person," said Hermione. "Maybe it was some other monster that was attacking people . . . ."
Harry and Ron went to visit her every evening. When the new term started, they brought her each day's homework.
The walls were all covered with large, lurid pink flowers. Worse
"Fine - I'm fine - go on -"
put my wand to his throat -I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm - he let out a piteous moan - go on, Harry - higher than that - good - the fur vanished - the fangs shrank - and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective - and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks."
"Hermione - you're not supposed to be in here -" said Ron, shielding his eyes against the light.
Harry saw Ron's eyes widen in shock. He read the clipping quickly, gave a very forced laugh, and handed it to Harry.
"It's happening again now. There have been three attacks and no one seems to know who's behind them. Who was it last time?"
"We always knew Hagrid had been expelled," said Harry miserably. "And the attacks must've stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn't have got his award."
He raised his own wand, attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action, and dropped it. Snape smirked as Lockhart quickly picked it up, saying, "Whoops -my wand is a little overexcited -"
"Let's go and see," said Harry, and holding their robes over their ankles they stepped through the great wash of water to the door bearing its OUT OF ORDER sign, ignored it as always, and entered.
"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help," said Lockhart warmly, and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill. "Yes, nice, isn't it?" he said, misreading the revolted look on Ron's face. "I usually save it for book-signings."