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"Can't be much further, can it?" croaked Ron, hours later still, as the sun started to sink into their floor of cloud, staining it a deep pink. "Ready for another check on the train?"
"I went on the Underground -"
"Rude you was about poor Myrtle." He took a deep breath and bellowed, "OY! MYRTLE!"
"What are you talking about, Weasley?" barked Professor McGonagall.
"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.
"Done," said Mr. Malfoy at the counter. "Come, Draco -"
"Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too," said Mrs. Weasley, starting to clear the table. "What're you all up to today?"
It was the same voice, the same cold, murderous voice he had heard in Lockhart's office.
"Look, food!" said Ron.
Harry hurried over and, together, he and Ron peered in at the Great Hall.
The voice was growing fainter. Harry was sure it was moving away - moving upward. A mixture of fear and excitement gripped him as he stared at the dark ceiling; how could it be moving upward? Was it a phantom, to whom stone ceilings didn't matter?
It felt as though he was being sucked down a giant drain. He seemed to be spinning very fast - the roaring in his ears was deafening -he tried to keep his eyes open but the whirl of green flames made him feel sick - something hard knocked his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning - now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face - squinting through his glasses he saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond - his bacon sandwiches were churning inside him - he closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then。