Gilderoy Lockhart

           Thenextday,however,Harrybarelygrinnedonce. ThingsstartedtogodownhillfrombreakfastintheGreatHall. Thefourlonghousetableswereladenwithtureensofporridge,platesofkippers,mountainsoftoast,anddishesofeggsandbacon,beneaththeenchantedceiling (today,adull,cloudygray). HarryandRonsatdownattheGryffindortablenexttoHermione,whohadhercopyofVoyageswithVampiresproppedopenagainstamilkjug. Therewasaslightstiffnessinthewayshesaid"Morning,"whichtoldHarrythatshewasstilldisapprovingofthewaytheyhadarrived. NevilleLongbottom,ontheotherhand,greetedthemcheerfully. Nevillewasaround-facedandaccident-proneboywiththeworstmemoryofanyoneHarryhadevermet. 

           "Mail’sdueanyminute-IthinkGran’ssendingafewthingsIforgot." 

           Harryhadonlyjuststartedhisporridgewhen,sureenough,therewasarushingsoundoverheadandahundredorsoowlsstreamedin,circlingthehallanddroppinglettersandpackagesintothechatteringcrowd. Abig,lumpypackagebouncedoffNeville’sheadand,asecondlater,somethinglargeandgrayfellintoHermione’sjug,sprayingthemallwithmilkandfeathers. 

           "Errol! "saidRon,pullingthebedraggledowloutbythefeet. Errolslumped,Unconscious,ontothetable,hislegsintheairandadampredenvelopeinhisbeak. 

           "Oh,no-"Rongasped. 

           "It’sallright,he’sstillalive,"saidHermione,proddingErrolgentlywiththetipofherfinger. 

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