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The next day found Harry, Draco, and Hermione once more in the library searching for the elusive Mr. Flamel. Specifically, Draco and Hermione were searching, and Harry was filling the two in on the added protection around whatever was on the third floor. It was in this merry occupation that Ron and Neville found them.
“What ‘cha doing?” Ron asked around a chocolate frog.
“Trying to find Flamel again,” Hermione said shortly. “Now sit down and grab a book.”
“Don’t have to.” If looks could kill, the red-head would have been food for Fluffy. “He’s in my chocolate.” Ron elaborated after hastily retreating behind Neville.
Draco picked up a nearby medical text and began flipping through it for remedies to head injuries. “And how long have you been seeing people in your chocolate?” the blond asked in what seemed to be a professional manner.
“More to the point,” Harry added, “if there are people in your chocolate, why are you still eating it? I mean really, Ron...doesn’t that seem a bit odd? Homicidal, perhaps?”
“Is there something you’d like to tell us?” Hermione chimed in. “Have you been having any unusual dreams or waking up in different parts of the castle? Are there blank spaces in your memory that you can’t account for?” Neville was carefully trying to extricate himself from Ron’s grasp.
“I’m not crazy!” Ron shouted, forgetting he was in the middle of the library. Later-after Madame Pince had thrown him out-Ron finally managed to explain that Flamel was actually on the back of the trading cards for chocolate frogs. “He’s Dumbledore’s alchemy partner.”
“So there aren’t actually people in your chocolate?” Neville asked.
“Just frogs.”
“Well that’s all right then.”
Meanwhile, Hermione was rushing back into the library only to return with an oversized tome. She flipped it open to a page, pointing excitedly. “Nicholas Flamel is widely acclaimed for his invention of the Flamel nightgown, a pink lacy nightgown for men that can be worn with or without a head cap. He's alsothe only known maker of the Sorcerer’s Stone, which can turn any metal into gold, make the drinker immortal, cure any disease, and also wards off rabid zebras."
“I suppose Quirrel wants to go on safari then,” Ron supplied. Hermione beaned him with the tome.
The Lesser of Two Evils: Year One, Chapter 8
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