Hermione was just returning from the library, after returning a book. It was late. She had gotten caught up in leitura a book about ancient spells and potions, when she realized that it was just about curfew.
Hurrying through the corridors, Hermione knew that Filch would have no mercy on her, no matter what the reason was she was out of the Gryffindor tower this late. Her coração stopped as she heard shuffling footsteps and amargo, amarga grumbling. Filch!
Panicking, Hermione dashed into an empty classroom. She hardly dared to breathe...
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