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They went rattling over an underground ravine and Harry leant over the side to try and see what was down at the dark bottom but Hagrid groaned and pulled him back by the scruff of his neck. Vault seven hundred and thirteen had no keyhole. He stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away. Something really extraordinary had to be inside this top-security vault, Harry was sure, and he leant forward eagerly, expecting to see fabulous jewels at the very least — but at first he thought it was empty.
Then he noticed a grubby little package wrapped up in brown paper lying on the floor.
Hagrid picked it up and tucked it deep inside his coat. Harry longed to know what it was, but knew better than to ask. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll, quite apart from anything else. They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. The common room was packed and noisy.
Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Hermione, however, stood alone by the door, waiting for them.
There was a very embarrassed pause. But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.
Students are finishing the feast in their houses. Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and Ron.
You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go. It was really lucky that Harry now had Hermione as a friend.
She had also lent him Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting read. Harry learnt that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened s they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.
Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows, defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit-fur gloves and enormous beaverskin boots. The Quidditch season had begun. Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules since Harry and Ron had saved her from the mountain troll and she was much nicer for it. They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Snape crossed the yard. Harry noticed at once that Snape was limping.
He limped over.
Harry showed him. Five points from Gryffindor. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together next to a window. Harry felt restless. He wanted Quidditch Through the Ages back, to take his mind off his nerves about tomorrow. Why should he be afraid of Snape? Getting up, he told Ron and Hermione he was going to ask Snape if he could have it. He made his way down to the staff room and knocked.
There was no answer.
He knocked again. Perhaps Snape had left the book in there?
Chapter Filch took them down to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor, where they sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione was trembling. Excuses, alibis, and wild cover- up stories chased each other around Harry's brain, each more feeble than the last. He couldn't see how they were going to get out of trouble this time.
They were cornered. How could they have been so stupid as to forget the cloak? There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept for their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of night, let alone being up the tallest astronomy tower, which was out-of-bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the invisibility cloak, and they might as well be packing their bags already. Had Harry thought that things couldn't have been worse?
He was wrong. When Professor McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville.
She looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert as she towered over the three of them. Filch says you were up in the astronomy tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble.
I've already caught him.