drao raised an eyebroe going to do about it?”
harry looked at drao i?”
drao sighed as if he were trying to expio a little hild. “what are you, oing to do about this?”
“i don’t know.” harry muttered. bloody hell, it was too early io be dealing with fudge’s stupidity.
drao’s smile redatet it printed, harry. that is what we do.”
harry blinked. “hoe do that?”
“that’s yet it printed somewhere, anywhere. like you did st year.”
drao’s po da;your dad keep getti fudge doesn’t rinted?”
“ahe ohis goes publi, by any means, fudge will have to let the prophet print it. it would be bad for business aio.”
“you mea would print it ahey didn’t waomers, a would beome lear that fudge had stopped them fr it.”
&ly.”
&’s what we’ll do.”
“i’ll write father about our pn after ss.”
harry looked to a lok. “bloody hell, divination is ies! i gotta run.” harry grabbed his stuff and ran out s from medusa about being smmed open and shut.
“you’ll have to five him, medusa dear. this time it wasn’t his fault.” drao drawled as he left a few mier.
ron had saved harry a seat to him and was visibly relieved when harry ran through the door a minute before ss.
“what took you so long?” he whispered.
“i’ll tell you aer,” harry whispered bak.
rourowards the front of the room as their teaher entered in her usual fashion. “thiually learoday?”
“i would,” harry muttered bak.
harry found luna sitting ihe library that after so he waited until she looked up at him before he spoke.
“hi luna.”
“hellave him a small smile. “would you like to assist me in diviure of the muglo the words in this book bakwards?”
harry didn’t know what a muglooof was. “, lualk to you about getting an artile published in your dad’s magazine.”
“what kind of artile?”
harry leaned forward to whisper, “ohe minister of magi doesn’t rihe prophet.”
luna’s smile broadened. “i’ll send it to him.”
wheurhe library, he found hermione w on some assig alohe gryffindor ommon room.
“hey, hermione. where’s ron?” he asked, sitting down on the ouh to her.
“he’s off pyih…dean i think.” hermio down her quill ao look at harry. “he’s avoiding having this oion with you.”
“what?”
“he asked me to go to hogsmeade with him this weekend and i said yes. but he didn’t want to tell you beause he didn’t want to ostraize you.”
“ostraize?”
“leave you out.”
“oh, roblem.” harry said heerfully. “i’m doih—” he looked around quikly to see that no one ould hear—“drao this weekend anyway.”
“he asked you out?” hermione looked surprised and pleased.
“i don’t know.”