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“Well, then, it's natural ability!” shouted Slughorn. “You should have seen what he gave me, first lesson, Draught of Living Death—never had a student produce finer on a first attempt, I don't think even you, Severus —”

“Well, you can’t say fairer than that,” said Fred, holding his hand out to Percy.

“There is no need to stand guard over him anymore, Dumbledore!” she shrieked. “The Minister has seen to that!”

“Think it's funny, do you?” he growled. “You'd like it, would you, if I did it to you?”

“The second step you must take - and at once,” Dumbledore pressed on, “is to send envoys to the giants.”

“That's 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 hopin'she might run inter someone else at my house.” He winked at Harry. “If yeh ask me, she wouldn'say no ter a signed—”

“Then I think I wouldn’t, if I was you.”

“Which is what?” asked Harry, turning to look Ron full in the face desperate for the answer.

“The post office, Harry! About two hundred owls, all sitting on shelves, all color-coded depending on how fast you want your letter to get there!”