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"About one o'clock this morning."
"That's stupid," said Ron.
Chapter 8: Victorious Snape
Harry too had recognized the slow-bubbling, mudlike substance the second cauldron, but did not resent Hermione getting the credit for answering the question; she, after all, was the one who had succeeded in making it, back in their second year. "Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here . . . yes, my dear?" said Slughorn, now looking slightly bemused, as Hermione's hand punched the air again.
We'd better get out of here, quickly," she said, as the train windows became obscured with steam and they began to move out of the station. "Come on, we'll jump."
“Draco Malfoy,” said Harry bitterly. "Thanks for... well..."
Harry glanced down Ron's grades: There were no "Outstandings" there. . . .
"But what're you ??" asked Neville.
Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape took his time looking around at everybody else, making sure he had no choice, before saying curtly, "Very well - Miss Granger?"
"The very best of evenings to you!" he said, smiling broadly, his arms opened wide as though to embrace the whole room.
"My grandmother thinks Charms is a soft option," mumbled Neville.
"Well," said Hermione, "I thought he sounded a bit like you."
"That's him, isn't it?" she whispered. "Turning left?"
There was no cheerful Hagrid waiting for them at King's Cross Station. Instead, two grim-faced, bearded Aurors in dark Muggle suits moved forward the moment the cars stopped and, flanking the party, marched them into the station without speaking.
"I'll be careful not to slip in it." Harry smiled.
"I have not asked you to take out your books," said Snape, closing the door and moving to face the class from behind his desk; Hermione hastily dropped her copy of Confronting the Faceless back into her bag and stowed it under her chair. "I wish to speak to you, and I want your fullest attention."。
"When we heard Dumbledore was collecting you in person, we thought he might be telling you something or showing you something to do with the prophecy," said Ron eagerly. "And we were kind of right, weren't we? He wouldn't be giving you lessons if he thought you were a goner, wouldn't waste his time ?he must think you've got a chance!"。