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She and Harry looked at each other, then followed at a sprint; it ""as impossible to run full out under the cloak; they pulled it off and it streamed behind them like a banner as they hurtled after Ron; they could hear his feet thundering along ahead and his shouts at Crookshanks.
"My dad didn't strut," said Harry, before he could stop himself. "And neither do I."
There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, "If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them --"
"But Professor Lupin... Scabbers can't be Pettigrew... it just can't be true, you know it can't..."
It stayed blank. Harry was taking deep, calming breaths.
"Does that mean the appeal's already happened?" Ron interrupted, stepping forward.
Harry stared. Lying in a crumpled heap on the ground were Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team Captain, all struggling to remove themselves from long, black, hooded robes. It looked as though Malfoy had been standing on Goyle's shoulders. Standing over them, with an expression of the utmost fury on her face, was Professor McGonagall.
The fingers tightened, Harry choked, his glasses askew.
Harry turned around to see Professor Lupin, who looked both shaken and pleased.
Cold with dread, Harry slowly pulled out the bag of Zonko's tricks and the Marauder's Map.
"Don't be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?"
Black started to laugh, a horrible, mirthless laugh that filled the whole room.
"I don't believe it!" Hermione wailed. "Was Professor Flitwick angry? Oh, it was Malfoy, I was thinking about him and I lost track of things!"
"What?" snapped Hermione, picking up the exam schedule and examining it. "Yes, of course I have."
"Ronald Weasley," said the familiar, misty voice from over their heads. Ron grimaced at Harry and climbed the silver ladder out of sight. Harry was now the only person left to be tested. He settled himself on the floor with his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing in the sunny window, his mind across the grounds with Hagrid.;