CHAPTER TWELVE
where the Slytherin common room is. I only hope we can find
someone to follow . . .”
Ron, who had been gazing at Harry, said, “You don’t know how
bizarre it is to see Goyle thinking.” He banged on Hermione’s door.
“C’mon, we need to go —”
A high-pitched voice answered him.
“I — I don’t think I’m going to come after all. You go on with-
out me.”
“Hermione, we know Millicent Bulstrode’s ugly, no one’s going
to know it’s you —”
“No — really — I don’t think I’ll come. You two hurry up,
you’re wasting time —”
Harry looked at Ron, bewildered.
“That looks more like Goyle,” said Ron. “That’s how he looks
every time a teacher asks him a question.”
“Hermione, are you okay?” said Harry through the door.
“Fin