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Youd better hurry up and put your robes on, Ive just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says were nearly there. You havent been fighting, have you. Youll be in trouble before we even get there. Scabbers has been fighting, not us, said Ron, scowling at her. Would you mind leaving while we change. All right - I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors, said Hermione in a sniffy voice. And youve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know. Ron glared at her as she left. Harry peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down. He and Ron took off their jackets link pulled on their long black robes. Rons were a bit short for him, you could see his sneakers underneath them. A voice echoed through the train: We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. 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She gave the delivery owl a Knut and unfolded the newspaper eagerly while Harry helped himself to orange juice; as he had only received one note during the entire year he was sure, when the first owl landed with a thud in front of him, that it had made a mistake. Whore you after. he asked it, languidly removing his orange juice from underneath its beak and leaning forward to see the recipients name and address: Harry Potter Great Hall Hogwarts School Frowning, he made to take the letter from the owl, but before he could do so, three, four, five more owls had fluttered down beside it and were jockeying for position, treading in the butter, knocking over the salt, and each attempting to give him their letters first. Whats going on. Ron asked in amazement, as the whole of Gryffindor table leaned forward to watch as another seven owls landed amongst the first ones, screeching, hooting, and flapping their wings. 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