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Nevil Longbottom
Nevil longbottom, said harry, saying the first name that came into his head. Harry rummaged once more in his trunk, extracted his money bag and shoved some silver into stan's hand. He and stan then lifted his trunk with hedwigs cage balanced on top, up the steps of the bus. There were no seats. Instead, half a dozen brass bedsteads stood behind the curtained windows. Candles were burning in brackets beside each bed, illuminating wood panelled walls. A tiny wizard in a nightcap at the rear of the bus muttered, not an out. I'm pickle some slugs and rolled over in his sleep. This is