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Givin me advice on gettin kelpies out of a well, growled Hagrid, moving a half-plucked rooster off his scrubbed table and setting down the teapot. Like I don know. An bangin on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, Ill eat my kettle. It was most unlike Hagrid to criticize a Hogwarts teacher, and Harry looked at him in surprise. Hermione, however, said in a voice somewhat higher than usual, I think youre being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job - He was the ony man for the job, said Hagrid, offering them a plate of treacle toffee, while Ron coughed squelchily into his basin. An I mean the ony one. Read article very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People arent too keen ter take it on, see. Theyre startin ter think its jinxed. No ones lasted long fer a while now. So tell me, said Hagrid, jerking his head at Ron. Who was he tryin ter curse. Malfoy called Hermione something - it mustve been really bad, because everyone went wild. It was bad, said Ron hoarsely, emerging over the tabletop looking pale and sweaty. Malfoy called her Mudblood, Hagrid - Ron dived out of sight again as a fresh wave of slugs made their appearance. Hagrid looked outraged. He didn. he growled at Hermione. He did, she said. But I dont know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course - Its about the most insulting thing he could think of, gasped Ron, coming back up. Mudbloods a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards - like Malfoys family - who think theyre better than everyone else because theyre what people call pure-blood. He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand. He threw it into the basin and continued, I mean, the rest of us know it doesnt make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom - hes pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up. An they havent invented a spell our Hermione can do, said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta. Its a disgusting thing to call someone, said Ron, wiping his sweaty brow with a shaking hand. Dirty blood, see. Common blood. Its ridiculous. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadnt married Muggles wedve died out. He retched and ducked out of sight again. Well, I don blame yeh fer tryin ter curse him, Ron, said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more slugs hitting the basin. Bu maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. Spect Lucius Malfoy wouldve come marchin up ter school if yehd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble. Harry would have pointed out that trouble didnt come much worse than having slugs pouring out of your mouth, but he couldnt; Hagrids treacle toffee had cemented his jaws together. Harry, said Hagrid abruptly as though struck by a sudden thought. Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. Ive heard youve bin givin out signed photos. How come I havent got one. Furious, Harry wrenched his teeth apart. I have not been giving out signed photos, he said hotly. If Lockharts still spreading that around - But then he saw that Hagrid was laughing. Im ony jokin, he said, patting Harry genially on the back and sending him face first into the table. I knew yeh hadnt really. I told Lockhart yeh didn need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin. Bet he didnt like that, said Harry, sitting up and rubbing his chin. Don think he did, said Hagrid, his eyes twinkling. An then I told him Id never read one o his books an he decided ter go. Treacle toffee, Ron. he added as Ron reappeared. No thanks, said Ron weakly. Better not risk it. Come an see what Ive bin growin, said Hagrid as Harry and Hermione finished the last of their tea. 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An Engorgement Charm, I suppose. said Hermione, halfway between disapproval and amusement. Well, youve done a good job on them. Thats what yer little sister said, said Hagrid, nodding at Ron. Met her jus yesterday. Hagrid looked sideways at Harry, his beard twitching. Said she was jus lookin round the grounds, but I reckon she was hopinshe might run inter someone else at my house. He winked at Harry. If yeh ask me, she wouldnsay no ter a signed - Oh, shut up, said Harry. Ron snorted with laughter and the ground was sprayed with slugs. Watch it. Hagrid roared, pulling Ron away from his precious pumpkins. It was nearly lunchtime and as Harry had only had one Pubg key zip of treacle toffee since dawn, he was keen to go back to school to eat. They said good-bye to Hagrid and walked back up to the castle, Ron hiccoughing occasionally, but only bringing up two very small slugs. They had barely set foot in the cool entrance hall when a voice rang out, There you are, Potter - Weasley. Professor McGonagall was walking toward them, looking stern. You will both do your detentions this evening. Whatre we doing, Professor. said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp. You will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch, said Professor McGonagall. And no magic, Weasley - elbow grease. Ron gulped. Argus Filch, the caretaker, was loathed by every student in the school. And you, Potter, will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail, said Professor McGonagall. Oh n - Professor, cant I go and do the trophy room, too. said Harry desperately. Certainly not, said Professor McGonagall, raising her eyebrows. Professor Lockhart requested you particularly. Eight oclock sharp, both of you. Harry and Ron slouched into the Great Hall in states of deepest gloom, Hermione behind them, wearing a well-you-did-break-school-rules sort of expression. Harry didnt enjoy his shepherds pie as much as hed thought. Both he and Ron felt theyd got the worse deal. 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