Your Hair Is Much Too Long, Ronald,

The Chamber Of Secrets Had Been Opened. Enemies Of The Heir, Beware.

Amazing, How Much More Difficult It Was To Extend His Arm Twelve Inches And Touch Her Hand Than It Was To Snatch A Speeding Snitch From Midair.

Harry Felt Winded, As Though He Had Just Walked Into Something Heavy. He Had Last Seen Those Cool Gray Eyes Through Slits In A Death Eater’s Hood, And Last Heard That Man’s Voice Jeering In A Dark Graveyard While Lord Voldemort Tortured Him. He Could Not Believe That Lucius Malfoy Dared Look Him In The Face; He Could Not Believe That He Was Here, In The Ministry Of Magic, Or That Cornelius Fudge Was Talking To Him, When Harry Had Told Fudge Mere Weeks Ago That Malfoy Was A Death Eater.

Professor Snape Was Forcing Them To Research Antidotes. They Took This One Seriously, As He Had Hinted That He Might Be Poisoning One Of Them Before Christmas To See If Their Antidote Worked.

Probably That You're Going To Be Eaten By A Giant Marshmallow Or Something.