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"I meant to," he growled, his yellow teeth bared, "but little Peter got the better of me... not this time, though!"
She hurried off down the spiral staircase toward Lavender.
It was Snape. He approached Harry at a swift walk, his black robes swishing, then stopped in front of him.
"I'm not," Hermione whispered. "If I'd been a bit cleverer, I'd have told everyone what you are!"
"D'you reckon we should tell someone?" Harry asked Ron.
"That would be because they -- er -- weren't dementors," said Professor Lupin. "Come and see -- "
"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession -- no!
"That's not a rat," croaked Sirius Black suddenly.
Ron grinned and winked.
The black-mustached man was fingering something in his belt; Harry looked and saw that he was running one broad thumb along the blade of a shining axe. Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione nudged him hard in the ribs and jerked her head toward the entrance hall.
Wood spent the whole of breakfast urging his team to eat, while touching nothing himself Then he hurried them off to the field before anyone else had finished, so they could get an idea of the conditions. As they left the Great Hall, everyone applauded again.
Mooney presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."
Harry bent over the crystal ball and stared, stared as hard as he could, willing it to show him something other than swirling white fog, but nothing happened.
The Snitch had disappeared again. Malfoy was still keeping close to Harry as he soared over the match, looking around for it once Gryffindor was fifty points ahead -
"I you're going to tell them the story, get a move on, Remus," said Black, who was still watching Scabbers's every desperate move. "I've waited twelve years, I'm not going to wait much longer."
He peered out at the grounds again and, after a minute's frantic searching, spotted it. It was skirting the edge of the forest now... It wasn't the Grim at all ... it was a cat.... Harry clutched the window ledge in relief as he recognized the bottlebrush tail. It was only Crookshanks....;
Hermione was screaming; Ron was yelling; there was a blinding flash as the wands in Black's hand sent a jet of sparks into the air that missed Harry's face by inches; Harry felt the shrunken arm under his fingers twisting madly, but he clung on, his other hand punching every part of Black it could find.。