The door swung open. “Ron!” Harry ran forward and scooped his friend up in a huge hug. “I’ve missed you and Hermione so much over the holidays. What did you do in the summer holiday, Ron?” Ron, squeezed by Harry so hard that he could hardly breathe, was unable to respond. Harry looked up at him expectantly, before realizing that he was smothering Ron with his bear hug. “Sorry, Ron,” he said with a sheepish grin, “It’s just that I haven’t seen you for so long and…” Ron assured him, “I’m fine, Harry!” Suddenly scuffling could be heard from the corridor, and it was coming nearer and nearer to the hall. A pair of black boots appeared in the doorway, a pair of smaller boots dangling above the floor and kicking. “Malfoy! Put Hermione down before things get rough!” Malfoy smirked at him and replied in a sarcastic tone, “Ooh! It’s Harry! Aren’t you so well known throughout the school now? Why don’t you turn me into a frog?” Harry clenched his fist, trying to restrain himself from doing just what Malfoy suggested. Before he could react, suddenly Malfoy flung Hermione to the ground and muttering a quick chant, created a pit viper beside Hermione’s shocked face out of thin air. Harry, ever willing to do anything for his friends, blasted both Malfoy and the pit viper into a glass tank he materialized, no longer caring about the consequences. He looked at Hermione, now safe from the snake, and slumped to the ground in relief.
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