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Filch grabbed a quill from a pot on his desk and began shuffling around looking for parchment.
Ron let go of the steering wheel completely and pulled his wand out of his back pocket
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"No idea," Harry lied, putting on a spurt of speed that took him as far away as possible from Colin.
"I'm on'y jokin'," he said, patting Harry genially on the back and sending him face first into the table. "I knew yeh hadn't really. I told Lockhart yeh didn' need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin'."
"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly -"
"Run for it!" Ron shouted, throwing his full weight against his door, but next second he had been knocked backward into Harry's lap by a vicious uppercut from another branch.
Peeves shot after her, pelting her with moldy peanuts, yelling, "Pimply!
"And the fourth ball -"
"Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."
"Oh," said Harry, not sure whether he should look sorry or happy about this.
"Can you believe him?" roared Ron as one of the remaining pixies bit him painfully on the ear.
"Come back!" Ron yelled after it, brandishing his broken wand. "Dad'll kill me!"
"No thanks," said Ron weakly. "Better not risk it."
"You were the youngest House player in a hundred years, weren't you, Harry? Weren't you?" said Colin, trotting alongside him. "You must be brilliant. I've never flown. Is it easy? Is that your own broom? Is that the best one there is?"