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Professor McGonagall looked over her square spectacles at him but didn't say anything.
The manager pressed Unfogging the Future into Harry's hands.
There was a silence. Harry leaned still closer to the door, desperate to hear more.
Hermione put up her hand.
Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen-year-old, now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice a's he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly locker rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch field.
"Seamus!" roared Professor Lupin.
"The skull... danger in your path, my dear...."
"And a handbag?" prompted Professor Lupin.
And with a last smile and shake of Harry's hand, Fudge left the room. Tom now moved forward, beaming at Harry.
"CATCH THAT CAR' Ron yelled as Crookshanks freed himself from the remnants of the bag, sprang over the table, and chased after the terrified Scabbers.
"Right then, Neville," said Stan, clapping his hands, where abouts in London?"
"How is he?" said Ron as they all sat down. "It wasn't serious, was it?"
The Halloween feast was always good, but it would taste a lot better if he was coming to it after a day in Hogsmeade with everyone else. Nothing anyone said made him feel any better about being left behind. Dean Thomas, who was good with a quill, had offered to forge Uncle Vernon's signature on the form, but as Harry had already told Professor McGonagall he hadn't had it signed, that was no good. Ron halfheartedly suggested the Invisibility Cloak, but Hermione stamped on that one, reminding Ron what Dumbledore had told them about the dementors being able to see through them. Percy had what were possibly the least helpful words of comfort.
He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.
"Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck," he said. "Want to leave it to the dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself."