Broomsticks. It would have made much more sense

Broomsticks. It would have made much more sense to deliver the parcel outside Hogwarts, what with Filch searching everyone who goes in and out. I wonder why Malfoy told

her to take it into the castle?”

“Harry, Malfoy wasn't in Hogsmeade!” said Hermione, actually stamping her foot in frustration.

“He must have used an accomplice, then,” said Harry. “Crabbe or Goyle—or, come to think of it, another Death Eater, he'll have loads better cronies than Crabbe and

Goyle now he's joined up —”

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks that plainly said, “There's no point arguing with him.”

“Dilligrout,” said Hermione firmly as they reached the Fat Lady.

The portrait swung open to admit them to the common room. It was quite full and smelled of damp clothing; many people seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early

because of the bad weather. There was no buzz of fear or speculation, however: clearly, the news of Katie's fate had not yet spread.

“It wasn't a very slick attack, really, when you stop and think about it,” said Ron, casually turfing a first year out of one of the good armchairs by the fire so

that he could sit down. “The curse didn't even make it into the castle. Not what you'd call foolproof.”

“You're right,” said Hermione, prodding Ron out of the chair with her foot and offering it to the first year again. “It wasn't very well thought-out at all.”

“But since when has Malfoy been one of the world's great thinkers?” asked Harry.

Neither Ron nor Hermione answered him.