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"He must've known he'd have a job getting back out of the castle once you'd yelled and woken people up," said Harry thoughtfully. "He'd've had to kill the whole House to get back through the portrait hole... then he would' ve met the teachers...."
"Oh!" screamed Cho, pointing.
"He tells me that he was up by the Shrieking Shack when he ran into Weasley -- apparently alone."
"Well, Filch hasn't done anything about the passage into Honeydukes...." Harry said, even more quietly.
Muffled footsteps were echoing up through the floor -- someone was moving downstairs.
Harry looked around. Both Ron and Hermione had tried to disarm Snape at exactly the same moment. Snape's wand soared in a high arc and landed on the bed next to Crookshanks.
"No blood? No weeping Hagrid?"
"I can't, Harry. I've still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" said Hermione, now sounding slightly hysterical. "Anyway..." She glanced over at Ron too. "He doesn't want me to join in."
"Divination, but it's not for another twenty minutes," said Harry. "Hermione, why didn't you come to Charms?"
Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights.
"Er -- not now -- I was going to go to the library and do that vampire essay for Lupin --"
She had. Hermione returned a quarter of an hour later with the silvery cloak folded carefully under her robes.
Harry stood there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do or whom to believe. He glanced around at Ron and Hermione. Ron looked just as confused as he did, still fighting to keep hold on the struggling Scabbers. Hermione, however, took an uncertain step toward Snape and said, in a very breathless voice, "Professor Snape -- it it wouldn't hurt to hear what they've got to say, w -- would it?"
Hagrid was not crying, nor did he throw himself upon their necks. He looked like a man who did not know where he was or what to do. This helplessness was worse to watch than tears.
"Hermione, listen to me, please'" Lupin shouted. "I can explain --"
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.