Friday's classes were trivial and fleeting, and Saturday morning arrived on schedule.
However, Hector and the others hit a bit of a snag in their plan—or, to be precise, the snag was on Harry's end.
Hector was awakened by a succession of heavy, noisy footsteps. A reckless big guy pushed open the door to their dormitory with great force. His voice was unfamiliar, yet it sounded mature and firm, and his style of action exuded a rash disposition.
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