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           "Ohn-Professor,can’tIgoanddothetrophyroom,too?"saidHarrydesperately. 

           "Certainlynot,"saidProfessorMcGonagall,raisinghereyebrows."ProfessorLockhartrequestedyouparticularly.Eighto’clocksharp,bothofyou." 

           HarryandRonslouchedintotheGreatHallinstatesofdeepestgloom,Hermionebehindthem,wearingawell-you-did-break-school-rulessortofexpression. Harrydidn’tenjoyhisshepherd’spieasmuchashe’dthought. BothheandRonfeltthey’dgottheworsedeal. 

           "Filch’llhavemethereallnight,"saidRonheavily."Nomagic! Theremustbeaboutahundredcupsinthatroom.I’mnogoodatMugglecleaning." 

           "I’dswapanytime,"saidHarryhollowly."I’vehadloadsofpracticewiththeDursleys.AnsweringLockhart’sfanmail...he’llbeanightmare..." 

           Saturdayafternoonseemedtomeltaway,andinwhatseemedlikenotime,itwasfiveminutestoeight, andHarrywasdragginghisfeetalongthesecond-floorcorridortoLockhart’soffice.Hegrittedhisteethandknocked. 

           Thedoorflewopenatonce.Lockhartbeameddownathim. 

           "Ah,here’sthescalawag!"hesaid."Comein,Harry,comein—" 

           ShiningbrightlyonthewallsbythelightofmanycandleswerecountlessframedphotographsofLockhart.Hehadevensignedafewofthem.Anotherlargepilelayonhisdesk. 

           "Youcanaddresstheenvelopes!"LockharttoldHarry,asthoughthiswasahugetreat. 

           "Thisfirstone’stoGladysGudgeon,blessher-hugefanofmine—" 

           Theminutessnailedby.