A week later, Ron received a reply from far-off Romania. It was Wednesday night, and Hermione, Harry, and Neville were waiting patiently in the Gryffindor common room.
It was very late, well past bedtime for young wizards, yet not a trace of sleepiness could be seen on any of their faces. As the midnight bell struck, the door of the Gryffindor common room pushed open, and Harry sprang to his feet, gazing toward the entrance.
Two familiar voices drifted in from somewhere distant.
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