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"Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Hagrid asks.
"Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?" Harry folds his arms.
"Who told you 'bout Fluffy?" Hagrid's eyes widen.
"Fluffy?" Ron furrows his eyebrows at
"That thing has a name?" Hermione asks
"Well, of course, he's got a name. He's mine," Hagrid replies. "I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..."
"Yes?" Harry inquired.
"Shouldn't have said that. No more questions!" Hagrid exclaims. "Don't ask any more questions. That's top-secret, that is."
"But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it," Harry pleads.
"Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher," Hagrid rolls his eyes.
"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one," Hermione states. "I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking."
"Exactly!" Harry nods and points at Hermione.
Hagrid sighs, "Now, you listen to me, all three of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."
"Nicholas Flamel?" Ron asks.
"I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that," Hagrid mumbles. He then walks off.
"Nicholas Flamel..." Harry thinks, rubbing his chin; then he turns to Hermione. "Who's Nicholas Flamel?"
"I don't know," Hermione shakes her head.

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"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione exclaims.

"That's wizard's chess," Ron chuckles, then looks at Hermione and Aurora. "I see you've packed."
"See, you haven't," Hermione states.
"Change of plans, my parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother Charlie," Ron explains. "He's studying dragons there."
"Good, you can help Harry, then," Aurora grins. "He's going to go and look in the library for information on Nicholas Flamel."
"We've looked a hundred times," Ron whines.
Hermione leans over the table and looks at them. She whispers, "Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas!" She then grabs Aurora's hand, and the two drag their luggage and leave
"I think we've had a bad influence on her," Ron chuckles.

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