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�Unless,� he continued, �The team�s practice is supervised by a teacher.� He looked around at the students. Suddenly, a violet-haired woman walked into the hall. �Ah,� said Dumbledore, �There you are Arabella!� He and the woman shook hands. Harry�s mouth dropped open in astonishment. �Students, meet your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Figg.� The students clapped politely. Professor Figg gave a quick bow, and took her seat next to Dumbledore. �Now,� said Dumbledore, �As there is no longer anything to discuss, you may all begin your feast.�
With a clap of his hands, the plates on the table were filled with food. Everyone began to eat excitedly. Everyone, that is, except Harry.
�Hey, �Arry,� said Ron, his mouth stuffed with potatoes, �Aren�t you gonna eat sumfing?� Harry looked like he was going to be sick.
�Don�t you realize who that new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is?� Harry moaned. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then shook their heads. �That�s Mrs. Figg!! She followed me here!� he said. Hermione gave him a weird look.
�Harry, I don�t know if you realized this, but those two people look nothing alike,� Hermione said.
�No, no, no. You don�t understand. Listen,� Harry said. He then told them everything that had happened at Mrs. Figg�s house. When he was finished, his two friends were staring at him.
�So you mean to say,� asked Ron, �That this neighbor of yours has followed you to the school, and she�s going to be your babysitter for the rest of the year?� Harry nodded glumly. Ron frowned. �Well that�s sure going to destroy any chance of fun we could have had this year�� Harry sighed.
�Well,� said Hermione, �Not eating isn�t going to make this year any more fun,�
�I guess,� agreed Harry. He began to taste some of the food. Seeing how good it was, he started to stuff his face, forgetting for a while about the bad luck that he had.