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The Whomping Willow
"It’swattlebird,’"saidHermioneimpatiently,"butthat’snotthepoint—"
Herwordswerecutshort,however,astheportraitofthefatladyswungopenandtherewasasuddenstormofclapping. ItlookedasthoughthewholeofGryffindorHousewasstillawake,packedintothecircularcommonroom,standingonthelopsidedtablesandsquashyarmchairs,waitingforthemtoarrive. ArmsreachedthroughtheportraitholetopullHarryandRoninside,leavingHermionetoscrambleinafterthem.
"Brilliant!"yelledLeeJordan."Inspired!Whatanentrance!FlyingacarrightintotheWhompingWillow,people’llbetalkingaboutthatoneforyears—"
"Goodforyou,"saidafifthyearHarryhadneverspokento; someonewaspattinghimonthebackasthoughhe’djustwonamarathon;FredandGeorgepushedtheirwaytothefrontofthecrowdandsaidtogether, "Whycouldn’twe’vecomeinthecar,eh?"
Ronwasscarletintheface,grinningembarrassedly,butHarrycouldseeonepersonwhodidn’tlookhappyatall. Percywasvisibleovertheheadsofsomeexcitedfirstyears,andheseemedtobetryingtogetnearenoughtostarttellingthemoff. HarrynudgedRonintheribsandnoddedinPercy’sdirection.Rongotthepointatonce.
"Gottogetupstairs-bittired,"hesaid,andthetwoofthemstartedpushingtheirwaytowardthedoorontheothersideoftheroom,whichledtoaspiralstaircaseandthedormitories.
"Night,"HarrycalledbacktoHermione,whowaswearingascowljustlikePercy’s.
Theymanagedtogettotheothersideofthecommonroom,stillhavingtheirbacksslapped,andgainedthepeaceofthestaircase.
