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"We've been having a little chat, Peter, about what happened the night Lily and James died. You might have missed the finer points while you were squeaking around down there on the bed --"
But Harry could tell Hermione didn't really believe what she was saying. All around them, people were talking excitedly as they ate their lunch, happily anticipating the end of the exams that afternoon, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione, lost in worry about Hagrid and Buckbeak, didn't join in.
Hagrid swallowed. His eyes were darting all over the cabin as though looking for some shred of hope or comfort.
He fought free of the tangle of bodies and saw his own wand rolling across the floor; he threw himself toward it but
Black put one of his clawlike hands inside his robes and took out a crumpled piece of paper, which he smoothed flat and held out to show the others.
Harry, meanwhile, had to fit in his homework around Quidditch practice every day, not to mention endless discussions of tactics with Wood. The Gryffindor-Slytherin match would take place on the first Saturday after the Easter holidays. Slytherin was leading the tournament by exactly two hundred points. This meant (as Wood constantly reminded his team) that they needed to win the match by more than that amount to win the Cup. It also meant that the burden of winning fell largely on Harry, because capturing the Snitch was worth one hundred and fifty points.
Snap picked up the Zonko's bag.
"I understand a lot better than you think," said Harry, and his voice shook more than ever. "You never heard her, did you? My mum... trying to stop Voldemort killing me... and you did that... you did it...."
"Of course," Lupin breathed. "So simple... so brilliant... he cut it off himself?"
He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames.
Harry turned around to see Professor Lupin, who looked both shaken and pleased.
"No, he's not," said Lupin quietly. "He's a wizard."
Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Sit," said Snape.
"Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hand over his chest. The rat was wriggling madly. Ron came to a sudden halt, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the matter with you, You stupid rat? Stay still -- OUCH! He bit me!"