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"But Professor Lupin... Scabbers can't be Pettigrew... it just can't be true, you know it can't..."
"This is such a waste of time," Hermione hissed. "I could be practicing something useful. I could be catching up on Cheering Charms --"
Malfoy suddenly caught sight of Ron. His pale face split in a malevolent grin.
"What does it resemble?" whispered Professor Trelawney. "Think, now..."
"Oh, please, Ron," Hermione began.
Crabbe and Goyle caught some this time. Goyle hopped furiously on the spot, trying to rub it out of his small, dull eyes.
"Meet you in the common room," Harry muttered as Professor Trelawney's voice called, "Harry Potter!"
They moved as fast as they could, bent almost double; ahead of them, Crookshanks's tail bobbed in and out of view. On and on went the passage; it felt at least as long as the one to Honeydukes.... All Harry could think of was Ron and what the enormous dog might be doing to him.... He was drawing breath in sharp, painful gasps, running at a crouch....
Harry wheeled the Firebolt around, bent so low he was lying flat along the handle, and kicked it forward. Like a bullet, he shot toward the Slytherins.
"I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely.
"Okay -- Scabbers, stay put --"
"Why can't it be true?" Lupin said calmly, as though they were in class, and Hermione had simply spotted a problem in an experiment with grindylows.
Harry raised the wand. Now was the moment to do it. Now was the moment to avenge his mother and father. He was going to kill Black. He had to kill Black. This was his chance....
"You wrote --?"
"Ridiculous!" said Hermione faintly.