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104 "Come ... come to me.... Let me rip you.... Let me tear you .... Let me kill you . .
. ." Harry gave a huge jump and a large lilac blot appeared on Veronica Smethley's street.
"What." he said loudly.
"I know!" said Lockhart. "Six solid months at the top of the best- seller list! Broke all records!" "No," said Harry frantically. "That voice!" "Sorry." said Lockhart, looking puzzled. "What voice." "That - that voice that said - didn't you hear it." Lockhart was looking at Harry in high astonishment.
* 3-2o * "What are you talking about, Harry. Perhaps you're getting a litde drowsy. Great Scott - look at the time! We've been here nearly four hours! Id never have believed it - the time's flown, hasn't it." Harry didn't answer. He was straining his ears to hear the voice again, but there was no sound now except for Lockhart telling him he mustn't expect a treat like this every time he got detention. Feeling dazed, Harry left.
It was so late that the Gryffindor common room was almost empty.
Harry went straight up to the dormitory. Ron wasn't back yet. Harry pulled on his pajamas, got into bed, and waited. Half an hour later, Ron arrived, nursing his right arm and bringing a strong smell of polish into the darkened room.
"My muscles have all seized up," he groaned, sinking on his bed.
"Fourteen times he made me buff up that Quidditch cup before he was satisfied. And then I had another slug attack all over a Special Award for Services to the School. Took ages to get the slime off... How was it with Lockhart."
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