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"Three Chasers, one Keeper," said Harry, who was determined to remember it all. "And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that. So what are they for?" He pointed at the three balls left inside the box.
The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.
"I don't know, sit," said Harry.
"Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"
"What's all th is noise.
"I'm serious, Harry, don't go."
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.
"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" said Malfoy.
"No, we don't mind," he said. "You'd think we dragged her along, wouldn't you.
"Go away." "All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow, you're so --"
"Nothing," said Harry.
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"What is it?"
Harry knew, when they wished him good luck outside the locker rooms the next afternoon, that Ron and Hermione were wondering whether they'd ever see him alive again. This wasn't what you'd call comforting. Harry hardly heard a word of Wood's pep talk as he pulled on his Quidditch robes and picked up his Nimbus Two Thousand.