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"Do you know them?" said Harry, impressed.
"Black! Sirius Black! With a knife!"
"I can't work, I can't concentrate," she said nervously.
"The dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry said excitedly. "I didn't feel a thing!"
"Professor Trelawney," Harry panted, "just told me --"
"Severus --" Lupin began, but Snape overrode him.
"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING --"
"They've -- got -- a -- right -- to -- know -- -everything!" Lupin panted, still trying to restrain Black. "Ron's kept him as a pet! There are parts of it even I don't understand, and Harry -- you owe Harry the truth, Sirius!"
Perhaps it was the shock of Harry doing something so stupid, but Black didn't raise the wands in time -- one of Harry's hands fastened over his wasted wrist, forcing the wand tips away; the knuckles of Harry's other hand collided with the side of Black's head and they fell, backward, into the wall -
Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking.
Harry tore open the envelope while Hedwig helped herself to some of Neville's cornflakes. The note inside said:
But there was a mad glint in Snape's eyes that Harry had never seen before. He seemed beyond reason.
"Oh, help, help," Hermione whispered frantically, dancing U._ certainly on the spot, "Please..."
Harry accelerated, eyes fixed on the speck of gold ahead -- but just then, Cho appeared out of thin air, blocking him --
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.
He had a very strange dream. He was walking through a forest, his Firebolt over his shoulder, following something silvery-white. It was winding its way through the trees ahead, and he could only catch glimpses of it between the leaves. Anxious to catch up with it, he sped up, but as he moved faster, so did his quarry. Harry broke into a run, and ahead he heard hooves gathering speed. Now he was running flat out, and ahead he could hear galloping. Then he turned a corner into a clearing and -;