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A stunned silence met these oh-so-important words.
It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Sadly, the silence was broken by Peeves, who cackled maniacally, zooming into the Great Hall while dropping a water balloon on a first year's head.
Only nobody really cared much about the first year.
"See!" Hermione said in a whisper, poking Harry harshly in the forehead. No, we do not know much about Hermione's poor forehead-poking tendencies. It is a mystery of the world that may very well never be solved.
Ron actually looked pretty pissed about this forehead contact. He turned purple, obviously, but nobody cared, because all (except for Hermione and Harry) were focused intently on Prof D, who was attempting a staring contest with a spoon.
"What?" Harry asked. The Boy-Who-Gaped. The famed one.
"I was right!" Hermione said.
"Huh?" Harry asked unintelligently.
"Chicken: A History, of course, I told you it would be pivotal this year! I've packed an extra copy too; loads of people will want to check it out from the library."
"Yeah."
It was still silent.
Hermione, slamming her bag to the floor, flew to her feet on the house table.
"Hermione?" Ron asked dim-wittedly, for he was really the C of C&G in disguise. But nobody knew that, for he insisted on wearing that tiring ginger wig all the time.
"The Chicken! And the Road," Hermione said mysteriously to the whole Hall, her voice suddenly going deeper than Hagrid's.
The students looked quite shocked, but D, hippie as he was, was very into this display of righteous peaceful speech-ness.
"Every book has a theory on it. It's just a myth, you say? No," Hermione said, dramatically, her voice still deep and manly.
"The Chicken. The Road. We must investigate. We must truly find out what EXACTLY happened on Friday the Eleventh of October, when the chicken…it is presumed…crossed…THE ROAD!"