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Filch opened his mouth furiously, mouthed for a few seconds, then raked Harry's robes with his eyes.
The old hag!' Ron said in a revolted whisper as they came to a halt in front of the Fat Lady, who was dozing peacefully with her head against her frame. 'She's sick! Go to McGonagall, say something!'
'Ignore them,' he said, accelerating to catch up with Ron, 'we'll see who's laughing after we play them . . .'
Harry was first to wake up in his dormitory next morning. He lay for a moment watching dust swirl in the ray of sunlight coming through the gap in his four-poster's hangings, and savoured the thought that it was Saturday. The first week of term seemed to have dragged on for ever, like one gigantic History of Magic lesson.;