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"Is there any point asking how you're going to sit for two exams at once?" said Harry.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione whipped around. A group of men was walking down the distant castle steps. In front was Albus Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the dying sun. Next to him trotted Cornelius Fudge. Behind them came the feeble old Committee member and the executioner, Macnair.
There was a long silence.
Glaring suspiciously at Ron, Professor McGonagall pushed the Portrait back open and went outside. The whole common room listened with bated breath. "Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?" "Certainly, good lady!" cried Sir Cadogan.
"I'm so sorry, dear boy," she said dreamily, "the heat of the day, you know... I drifted off for a moment...."
Muffled footsteps were echoing up through the floor -- someone was moving downstairs.
"Sorted things out?" squealed Pettigrew, looking wildly about him once more, eyes taking in the boarded windows and, again' the only door. "I knew he'd come after me! I knew he'd be back for me! I've been waiting for this for twelve years!"
He sent me this," Hermione said, holding out the letter.
"You -- you tap it and say, 'Dissendium,'" said Harry. "But --"
"Oh, help, help," Hermione whispered frantically, dancing U._ certainly on the spot, "Please..."
"What are you going to do with him if I give him to you?" Ron asked Lupin tensely.
"You see, Severus?" said Lupin, turning back to Snape. "It looks like a Zonko product to me --"
Cornelius Fudge, sweating slightly in his pinstriped cloak, was standing there staring out at the grounds. He started at the sight of Harry.
"Then it's time we offered you some proof," said Lupin. "You, boy -- give me Peter, please. Now."
"Right you are, Professor -- just giving a bit of background information -- the Firebolt, incidentally, has a built-in auto-brake and --"
But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear him. Her eyes started to roll. Harry sat there in a panic. She looked as though she was about to have some sort of seizure. He hesitated, thinking of running to the hospital wing -- and then Professor Trelawney spoke again, in the same harsh voice, quite unlike her own: