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122 Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcome turned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Having a last meal, Potter. When are you getting the train back to the Muggles." "You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry coolly. There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want.
Wizard's duel. Wands only -- no contact. What's the matter. Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose." "Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's yours." Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.
"Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right. We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked." When Malfoy had gone, Ron and Harry looked at each other. "What is a wizard's duel." said Harry. "And what do you mean, you're my second." "Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie. Catching the look on Harry's face, he added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway." "And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens." "Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested. "Excuse me." They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place." said Ron.
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