Harry and Frognal had decided they should look for the jar. Hermanonie still wasn't around. They assumed she had been eaten. They said goodbye to her and were sad that she had died. They did not know how to deal with that situation so they said nothing and quietly continued with classes. Whenever they saw Maldono, they wondered if they would be eaten next.
They walked around quietly every evening, looking for the jar of dirt.
They visited the library for the first time. It was huge and had lots of books everywhere. Fred was nearby, they heard him calling for Vodka again. They had to hide behind shelves sometimes.
"Harry, I don't think the jar is here." Frognal whispered.
"shhhhh Frognal, I am hiding" Harry whispered back.
"Harry, you're standing in the middle of an aisle and are holding a book over your head. That's not quite hiding." Frognal said with a sigh.
"I can't help it, I had a tuberculosis childhood." Harry said in response.
"I'm sorry Harry." Frognal said.
They left the library.
"Harry, I think you meant traumatic, not tuberculosis." Ghosty said to Harry.
Harry looked confused and said something to Ghosty. Frognal saw Harry whisper but didn't know what he was doing as he couldn't see Ghosty.