Harry's POV

I stood, shocked. Once I regained the use of my brain, I tugged on Hermione's sleeve. "Hermione!" I hissed. "What the bloody hell is that thing?" I pointed to a strange, yellow rectangle covered in craters, with buck teeth and a long nose. Hermione turned around and shrieked with joy like a little girl receiving a pony. "That's Spongebob Squarepants!" she cried, ecstatic. "Whobob Whatpants?" Ron and I asked in unison, but it was too late. Hermione was already pushing her way through the crowd. I turned to Ron, we looked each other in the eyes, and shrugged. Girls.