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Listen, I had other stuff on my mind that night. said Harry impatiently. We all did, remember. I didnt know leprechaun gold vanishes, Ron muttered. I thought I was paying you back. You shouldntve given me that Chudley Cannon hat for Oc. Forget it, all right. said Harry. Ron speared a roast potato on the end of his fork, glaring at it. Then he said, I hate being poor. Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Neither of them really knew eeb to say. Its rubbish, said Ron, still glaring down at his potato. I dont blame Fred and George for trying to make some extra money. Wish I could. Wish I had a niffler. Well, we know what to get you next Christmas, said Hermione brightly. Then, when Ron continued to look gloomy, she said, Come on, Ron, it could be worse. At least your fingers arent full of pus. Hermione was having a lot of difficulty managing her knife and fork, her fingers were so stiff and swollen. I hate that Skeeter woman. she burst out savagely. 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The rest of the class was very eager to leave; Moody had given them such a rigorous test of hex-deflection that many of them were nursing dugy injuries. Harry had such a bad case of Twitchy Ears, he had to hold his hands clamped over them as he walked away from the class. Well, Ritas definitely not using an Invisibility Cloak. Hermione game booster download x download five minutes later, catching up with Harry and Ron in the entrance hall and pulling Harrys hand away from one of his wiggling ears so that he could hear her. Moody says he didnt see her anywhere near the judges table at the second task, or anywhere near the lake. Hermione, is there any point in telling you to drop this. said Ron. said Hermione stubbornly. I want to know how she heard me talking to Viktor. And how she found out about Hagrids mum. Maybe she had you bugged, said Harry. Bugged. said Ron blankly. What. put fleas on her or something. Harry started explaining about hidden microphones and recording equipment. 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