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"Very good," said Lupin, smiling. "Right, then -- ready to try it on a dementor?"
"BLOOD!" Ron yelled into the stunned silence. "HE'S GONE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?"
Harry dropped his tankard with a loud clunk. Ron kicked him.
Hagrid's sobs redoubled, but he shoved the letter toward Harry, who Picked it up and read aloud:
"You made that dementor on the train back off," said Harry suddenly.
'EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry bellowed. "EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM! "
"Do watch where you're going, Potter!"
"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason --"
"Stop worrying, Oliver," said Alicia soothingly, "we don't mind a bit of rain."
"Cup of tea?" Lupin said, looking around for his kettle. "I was just thinking of making one."
One by one, the pairs of feet in front of Harry took the weight of their owners once more; hems of cloaks swung into sight, and Madam Rosemerta's glittering heels disappeared behind the bar. The door of the Three Broomsticks opened again, there was another flurry of snow, and the teachers had disappeared.
"Yes, but but --" Hermoine seemed to be struggling to find another problem. "Look, Harry still shouldn't be coming into Hogsmeade. He hasn't got a signed form! If anyone finds out, he'll be in so much trouble! And it's not nightfall yet -- what if Sirius Black turns up today? Now?"
"Strip it down?" repeated Ron, as though Professor McGonagall was mad.
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now...."
"What d'you think Harry's going to do with it -- sweep the floor?" said Ron.
If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken? Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him? Did he realize he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years that would make him unrecognizable?。
He had a stream of visitors, all intent on cheering him up. Hagrid sent him a bunch of earwiggy flowers that looked like yellow cabbages, and Ginny Weasley, blushing furiously, turned up with a get-well card she had made herself, which sang shrilly unless Harry kept it shut under his bowl of fruit. The Gryffindor team visited again on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Wood, who told Harry (in a hollow, dead sort of voice) that he didn't blame。