Hermione rolled up the sleeves cheap chanel bags of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
     　　Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
     　　"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"
     　　Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class. "It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "she's a nightmare, honestly. "
     　　Someone knocked into Harry as they chanel bags outlet online hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face -- and was startled to see that she was in tears.
     　　"I think she heard you."
     　　"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."
     　　Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon. On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Harry and Ron overheard Parvati Patil telling chanel bags her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls' bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Ron looked still more awkward at this, but a moment later they had entered the Great Hall, where the Halloween decorations put Hermione out of their minds.
     　　A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast chanel bags outlet appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.
     　　Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll -- in the dungeons -- thought you ought to know."
     　　He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.
     　　There was an uproar. chanel bags sale It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.
     　　"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
     　　Percy was in his element.
     　　"Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!"