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The hornbeam wand let off a blast hike a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and through the open window into the watery sunlight.
"This is a Hungarian Horntail," said Charlie. "There's a Common Welsh Green over there, the smaller one -- a Swedish Short-Snout, that blue-gray -- and a Chinese Fireball, that's the red."
"Looking good!" Ron yelled, thumping Harry on the back.
Oh bless him, I never knew!"
"Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon?" George asked.
Harry awoke very suddenly on Christmas Day. Wondering what had caused his abrupt return to consciousness, he opened his eyes, and saw something with very large, round, green eyes staring back at him in the darkness, so close they were almost nose to nose.
He couldn't ask her. He couldn't. But he had to. Cho stood there looking puzzled, watching him. The words came out before Harry had quite got his tongue around them.
"What, you need three hours?" said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. "Who're you going with?" he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle.
I'd say Transfigure it, but something that big, you really haven't got a hope, I doubt even Professor McGonagall. . . unless you're supposed to put the spell on yourself?
Straightening up, Hagrid said loudly, "Nice ter see yeh, Hermione," winked, and departed.
"But he's not!" said Hagrid, looking genuinely shocked.
It was Ron. Dressed in his maroon paisley pajamas, Ron stopped dead facing Harry across the room, and looked around.
He stood up, noticing dimly that his legs seemed to be made of marshmallow. He waited.
"How long have you been here, Dobby?" Harry asked as Dobby handed around the tea.
"Don't move your lips so much then."