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"
So
,
Potter
--
some
of
your
hair
,
if
you
please
.
"
Harry
glanced
at
Ron
,
who
grimaced
at
him
in
a
just-do-it
sort
of
way
.
"
Now
!
"
barked
Moody
.
With
all
of
their
eyes
upon
him
,
Harry
reached
up
to
the
top
of
his
head
,
grabbed
a
hank
of
hair
,
and
pulled
.
"
Good
,
"
said
Moody
,
limping
forward
as
he
pulled
the
stopper
out
of
the
flask
of
potion
.
"
Straight
in
here
,
if
you
please
.
"
Harry
dropped
the
hair
into
the
mudlike
liquid
.
The
moment
it
made
contact
with
its
surface
,
the
potion
began
to
froth
and
smoke
,
then
,
all
at
once
,
it
turned
a
clear
,
bright
gold
.
"
Ooh
,
you
look
much
tastier
than
Crabbe
and
Goyle
,
Harry
,
"
said
Hermione
,
before
catching
sight
of
Ron
's
raised
eyebrows
,
blushing
slightly
,
and
saying
,
"
Oh
,
you
know
what
I
mean
--
Goyle
's
potion
tasted
like
bogies
.
"
"
Right
then
,
fake
Potters
line
up
over
here
,
please
,
"
said
Moody
.
Ron
,
Hermione
,
Fred
,
George
,
and
Fleur
lined
up
in
front
of
Aunt
Petunia
's
gleaming
sink
.
