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"Your mother can't produce food out of thin air," said Hermione. "No-one can. Food is the first of the five Principal…"

"Yes, they can," said Harry suddenly. "I've seen someone do it."

Hermione blinked. "You have? Who?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"What?"

"Look."

Harry raised his wand, thought back to the dueling lesson five years before, and shouted, "Serpensortia!" A king cobra burst into being; Harry grabbed it in midair, and, whispering an apology in Parseltongue, gave its neck a sharp twist.

As it went limp in his hand, he turned to Ron and Hermione and smiled wryly. "Rắn hổ mang, anyone?"