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"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."
The lock clicked and the door swung open -- they piled through it, shut it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening.
But Wood turned out to be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who came out of Flitwicles class looking confused.
"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.
Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by the ear.
Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and Ron.
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."
"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things -- this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red -- oh..." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet,
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus whispered.
"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.
"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."
His heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling.
"All right -please."
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.
"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.
He had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interestinglooking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, let it fall open.。
"I've found him!" he whispered. "I've found Flamel! I told you I'd read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here -- listen to this: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel'!"。