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"Because - because -" Harry said, his heart thumping very fast; something told him it would sound very far-fetched if he told them he had been led there by a bodiless voice no one but he could hear, "because we were tired and wanted to go to bed," he said.
"Though if his grades don't pick up," said Mr. Malfoy, more coldly still, "that may indeed be all he is fit for -"
"When I heard -well, of course, it was all my fault. Could have kicked myself."
"I don't believe it!" Wood hissed in outrage. "I booked the field for today! We'll see about this!"
Ron was having far worse problems. He had patched up his wand with some borrowed Spellotape, but it seemed to be damaged beyond repair. It kept crackling and sparking at odd moments, and every time Ron tried to transfigure his beetle it engulfed him in thick gray smoke that smelled of rotten eggs. Unable to see what he was doing, Ron accidentally squashed his beetle with his elbow and had to ask for a new one. Professor McGonagall wasn't pleased.
"My wand," said Ron, in a shaky voice. "Look at my wand -"
"Precisely. Take another ten points," said Professor Sprout. "Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young."
"No," said Harry quickly, "I'll come -"
"Wish I knew what he was up to," said Fred, frowning. "He's not himself. His exam results came the day before you did; twelve O.WL.s and he hardly gloated at all."
"`Dear Ron, and Harry if you're there,
"What's that?" said Harry quickly.
Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny.