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Hermione put up her hand.
"You won't," snapped Ron. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"
"Hedwig!" Harry gasped.
"But Harry will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."
He accompanied them to the entrance hall, where Filch, the caretaker, was standing inside the front doors, checking off names against a long list, peering suspiciously into every face, and making sure that no one was sneaking out who shouldn't be going.
Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape ,anted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but even Harry, who hated Snape, was startled at the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. it was beyond anger: it was loathing. Harry knew that expression only too well; it was the look Snape wore every time he set eyes on Harry.
"And last," Fred muttered under his breath.
Ron looked at his watch.
He raised his hand automatically and tried to make his hair lie flat
It took Harry several days to get used to his strange new freedom. Never before had he been able to get up whenever he wanted or eat whatever he fancied. He could even go wherever he pleased, as long as it was in Diagon Alley, and as this long cobbled street was packed with the most fascinating wizarding shops in the world, Harry felt no desire to break his word to Fudge and stray back into the Muggle world.
"Well, if you Don't want a replacement, you can try this rat tonic," said the witch, reaching under the counter and bringing out a small red bottle.
"Righ' then, Harry," said Hagrid. "I reckon he might' let yeh ride him!"
"Help me!" he moaned to Hermione.
"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.
"Listen," said Harry, taking advantage of the knight's exhaustion, "we're looking for the North Tower. You don't know the way, do you?"