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Relieved, Harry zoomed away, gazing around for the Snitch, but still making sure he caught every word of Lee's commentary. It was essential that he hold Malfoy off the Snitch until Gryffindor was more than fifty points up --
"There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Brack, and his grin widened.
"Harry! I forgot you weren't going to Hogsmeade either!"
Hermione was screaming; Ron was yelling; there was a blinding flash as the wands in Black's hand sent a jet of sparks into the air that missed Harry's face by inches; Harry felt the shrunken arm under his fingers twisting madly, but he clung on, his other hand punching every part of Black it could find.
"I think so,,, said Lupin, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and his wand in the other. "On the count of three. One -- two -- THREE!"
Neville didn't need telling twice. He seized the envelope, and holding it before him like a bomb, sprinted out of the hall, while the Slytherin table exploded with laughter at the sight of him. They heard the Howler go off in the entrance hall -- Neville's grandmother's voice, magically magnified to a hundred times its Usual volume, shrieking about how he had brought shame on the whole family.
"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.
Snape had picked up the map. Harry tried with all his might to keep his face impassive.
Harry looked quickly back out of the window.
"Is there anything wrong, my dear?"
"All right, Hagrid!" said Ron. "S'pose you want to hear about Saturday night, do you?"
"I can't, Harry. I've still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" said Hermione, now sounding slightly hysterical. "Anyway..." She glanced over at Ron too. "He doesn't want me to join in."
"Hi, Neville," said Harry, moving swiftly away from the statue and pushing the map back into his pocket. "What are you up to?"
He led Harry out of the crowd until they were able to see the edge of the field.
"My dad too?" said Harry, astounded.