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Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.
Harry was staring at him, alarmed; Filch had never looked madder. His eyes were popping, a tic was going in one of his pouchy cheeks, and the tartan scarf didn't help.
Then there was a popping noise and the car, Harry, and Ron reappeared.
"Oh, yes," they lied.
"Are you okay?" Harry said urgently.
"Of - of course," said Harry.
Harry shrugged. "We'll have to watch our step from now on, though," he said, taking a grateful swig of pumpkin juice. "Wish we could've gone up to the feast ......
"I think," said Harry hurriedly, at a meaningful look from Nick, "Nick's very - frightening and - er -"
"I must ask you not to scream," said Lockhart in a low voice. "It might provoke them."
It wasn't at all the triumphant arrival they had pictured. Stiff, cold, and bruised, they seized the ends of their trunks and began dragging them up the grassy slope, toward the great oak front doors.
and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"