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Nearly Headless Nick came gliding out of a classroom. Behind him, Harry could see the wreckage of a large black-and-gold cabinet that appeared to have been dropped from a great height.
"What've we got this afternoon?" said Harry, hastily changing the subject.
"All we've got to worry about now are airplanes," said Ron.
"Name . . . Harry Potter. Crime . . ."
Hagrid appeared at once, looking very grumpy, but his expression brightened when he saw who it was.
"I've got a question, Oliver," said George, who had woken with a start. "Why couldn't you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?"
"Oh, shut up," said Harry. Ron snorted with laughter and the ground was sprayed with slugs.
There was a thick tartan scarf bound around his head, and his nose was unusually purple.
"Never?" said Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"
Today was as boring as ever. Professor Binns opened his notes and began to read in a flat drone like an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone in the class was in a deep stupor, occasionally coming to long enough to copy down a name or date, then falling asleep again. He had been speaking for half an hour when something happened that had never happened before. Hermione put up her hand.
"I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry said loudly, uncomfortably aware of everyone looking at him, including all the Lockharts on the walls. "And I don't even know what a Squib is."
The orchestra, however, stopped playing at that very moment. They, and everyone else in the dungeon, fell silent, looking around in excitement, as a hunting horn sounded.
Not daring even to look at each other, Harry and Ron followed Snape up the steps into the vast, echoing entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches. A delicious smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down a narrow stone staircase that led into the dungeons.;