The weather at the end of June was already sweltering, and even as students walked through the corridors near the castle, they could feel waves of heat drifting in on the breeze.
Alistair had wandered around outside the castle, but saw no sign of Rita Skeeter; perhaps she had not yet finished organizing what she wanted to publish.
When he reached the Hospital Wing on the third floor, Harry was already awake, and he was the only one in the ward.
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