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Three twelve-year-olds are gathered in a bathroom, copying a diagram from a book onto the floor in chalk.
"Do you know what all this writing means?" asks the green-eyed boy.
"No," says the bushy-haired girl, "and that worries me too, but we need to find out who the Heir of Slytherin is and this ritual is the best we've got."
Eventually, one or another of them draws the last bit of the outer circle.
"Oh yes, he was in and out in ten minutes, Poppy can heal cuts in her sleep. And if it had been any other student that would be the end of it."
Sprout starts laughing and then immediately stifles it; McGonagall skips straight to the stifling.
"No, merely a grudge against Rubeus and a very", tiny pause, "influential father."
"Rubeus' appearance has led to a certain amount of speculation that he is half-giant."
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