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"My dear Professor Trelawney breathed, gazing up at Harry. "It is here, plainer than ever before... my dear, stalking toward you, growing ever closer... the Gr --"
"Light again, Hermione!" he said. "But the Ministry never knew that here used to be three unregistered Animagi running around Hogwarts."
Harry wheeled the Firebolt around, bent so low he was lying flat along the handle, and kicked it forward. Like a bullet, he shot toward the Slytherins.
"That would be because they -- er -- weren't dementors," said Professor Lupin. "Come and see -- "
Lost appeal. They're going to execute at sunset. Nothing you can do. Don't come down. I don't want you to see it.
"Yes, I have," said Black, with an evil look at Scabbers.
Ron had become an instant celebrity. For the first time in his life, people were paying more attention to him than to Harry, and it was clear that Ron was rather enjoying the experience. Though still severely shaken by the night's events, he was happy to tell anyone who asked what had happened, with a wealth of detail.
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but with a soft hiss, Crookshanks leapt onto her lap. Hermione took one frightened look at the expression on Ron's face, gathered up Crookshanks, and hurried away toward the girls' dormitories.
Distracted, Harry looked down.
"Mount your brooms... on my whistle... three -- two -- one --"
"A hippogriff," he said firmly.
"You -- you just told me that the -- the Dark Lord's going to rise again... that his servant's going to go back to him.
"What d'you mean -- of course he's a rat --"
"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor, heading for goal..."
Harry made up his mind in a split second. Before Snape could take even one step toward him, he had raised his wand.
Katie scored. Fifty-ten. Fred and George Weasley were swooping around her, clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge. Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred's and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.。