Draoraisedaneyebrow.“Sowhatarewegoingtodoaboutit?”
HarrylookedatDraoinsurprise.“What?”
Draosighedasifheweretryingtoexpinsomethingtoalittlehild.“Whatareyou,orratherwe,goingtodoaboutthis?”
“Idon’tknow.”Harrymuttered.Bloodyhell,itwastooearlyinthemtobedealingwithFudge’sstupidity.
Drao’ssmilewaspredatory.“Wegetitprinted,Harry.Thatiswhatwedo.”
Harryblinked.“Howwouldwedothat?”
“That’syourjob.Getitprintedsomewhere,anywhere.Likeyoudidstyear.”
Drao’spnbegantodawnonHarry.“bsp;yourdadkeepgettingartilesthatFudgedoesn’twantprinted?”
“Andeventheoneshedoes.Onethisgoespubli,byanymeans,FudgewillhavetolettheProphetprintit.Itwouldbebadforbusinessandhisreputationifhedidn’t.”
“YoumeantheProphetwouldprintitanywaybeausetheydidn’twanttoloseustomers,andthenitwouldbeomelearthatFudgehadstoppedthemfromprintingit.”
“Exatly.”
“Thenthat’swhatwe’lldo.”
“I’llwritefatheraboutourpnafterss.”
Harrylookedtoalok.“Bloodyhell,Divinationisinfiveminutes!Igottarun.”Harrygrabbedhisstuffandranoutoftheroom,igntheprotestsfromMedusaaboutbeingsmmedopenandshut.
“You’llhavetofivehim,Medusadear.Thistimeitwasn’thisfault.”Draodrawledasheleftafewminutester.
RonhadsavedHarryaseattohimandwasvisiblyrelievedwhenHarryranthroughthedooraminutebeforess.
“Whattookyousolong?”hewhispered.
“I’lltellyouandHermioneter,”Harrywhisperedbak.
Ronnoddedandturnedtowardsthefrontoftheroomastheirteaherenteredinherusualfashion.“Thinkwe’llatuallylearnsomethingtoday?”
“Iwouldn’tbetonit,”Harrymutteredbak.