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C H A P T E R S I X GILDEROY LOCKHART T he next day, however, Harry barely grinned once. Things started to go downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall. The four long House tables were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, be- neath the enchanted ceiling (today, a dull, cloudy gray). Harry and Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug. There was a slight stiffness in the way she said “ ’Morning,” which told Harry that she was still disapproving of the way they had ar- rived. Neville Longbottom, on the other hand, greeted them cheer- fully. Neville was a round-faced and accident-prone boy with the worst memory of anyone Harry had ever met. “Mail’s due any minute — I think Gran’s sending a few things I forgot.” Harry had only just started his porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls ‘ 86 ‘