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"Maybe it's back in the tent," said Ron.
Hermione got up, tiptoed to the compartment door, and slid it shut, blocking out Malfoy's voice.
"What?" said Ron, looking horror-struck.
"There's traditionally been a lot of rivalry between all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons like to conceal their whereabouts so nobody can steal their secrets,"
A third young wizard, whose pimples were visible even by the dim, silvery light of the veela, now cut in, "I'm about to become the youngest ever Minister of Magic, I am."
Ron and Hermione raised their wands high enough to spread the narrow beams of light farther on the ground; Harry looked all around him, but his wand was nowhere to be seen.
"Ron - Harry" - his voice sounded shaky - "Hermione - are you all right?"
Ron's and Hermione's reactions were almost exactly as Harry had imagined them back in his bedroom on Privet Drive. Hermione gasped and started making suggestions at once, mentioning a number of reference books, and everybody from Albus Dumbledore to Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts nurse. Ron simply looked dumbstruck.
"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Malfoy, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed entrance hall could hear.
"And what about the intruder?"
She illuminated her wand and directed its narrow beam across the path. Ron was lying sprawled on the ground.
"Where're your parents?" said Harry, his temper rising. "Out there wearing masks, are they?"
"Hermione's a witch," Harry snarled.
"And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house - if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"