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Harrywasbleeding.Clutchinghisrighthandinhisleftandswearingunderhisbreath,heshoulderedopenhisbedroomdoor.Therewasacrunchofbreakingchina.Hehadtroddenonacupofcoldteathathadbeensittingontheflooroutsidehisbedroomdoor.

"Whatthe¨C?"

Helookedaround,thelandingofnumberfour,PrivetDrive,wasdeserted.PossiblythecupofteawasDudley’sideaofacleverboobytrap.Keepinghisbleedinghandelevated,Harryscrapedthefragmentsofcuptogetherwiththeotherhandandthrewthemintothealreadycrammedbinjustvisibleinsidehisbedroomdoor.Thenhetrampedacrosstothebathroomtorunhisfingerunderthetap.

Itwasstupid,pointless,irritatingbeyondbeliefthathestillhadfourdaysleftofbeingunabletoperformmagic...buthehadtoadmittohimselfthatthisjaggedcutinhisfingerwouldhavedefeatedhim.Hehadneverlearnedhowtorepairwounds,andnowhecametothinkofit¨Cparticularlyinlightofhisimmediateplans¨Cthisseemedaseriousflawinhismagicaleducation.MakingamentalnotetoaskHermionehowitwasdone,heusedalargewadoftoiletpapertomopupasmuchoftheteaashecouldbeforereturningtohisbedroomandslammingthedoorbehindhim.

Harryhadspentthemorningcompletelyemptyinghisschooltrunkforthefirsttimesincehehadpackeditsixyearsago.

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