The jar still eluded them all, but a clue was soon to be found. On an outside walk, which was compulsory as per the educational guidelines for one hour of outside time a day, they heard a sound in the distance.
Later in the evening, Harry and Frognal went outside at night and escaped being captured by Fred somehow. They walked near the woods.
"Harry, this is where spiders are." Frognal said.
"Yes, you have one on your head." Harry said.
Frognal did indeed have a spider on his head. It was quite large and looked more like a hat. Frognal froze in fear. Harry continued on. He walked and walked. Mostly in circles as he had no sense of direction or common sense. Eventually, a miracle occurred and he saw a shed. It was a wooden shed. It was made of wood. And it was a shed. Wooden Shed. Harry had not seen a wooden shed. It was a house to him. A home. He felt the door. It was wooden.
"Oh no, I have been hurt," he said.
Harry had received a splinter in his hand. It hurt him but he still touched the wooden door because he knew it was a door and doors typically open. He pushed a little and, as if by magic, it opened. It was so dark inside that not even a magic stick could light the way. He walked into the darkness. The door slammed behind him and a locking sound could be heard.
"Take that, Potter!" Maldono laughed.
"Oh Draco, you are so bad." Hermanonie laughed too.