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"What's the matter, Lavender?" said Hermione anxiously as she, Harry, and Ron went to join the group.
"On the count of three, Neville," said Professor Lupin, who was
"Room eleven's free, Harry," said Fudge. "I think you'll be very comfortable. just one thing, and I'm sure you'll understand... I don't want you wandering off into Muggle London, all right? Keep to Diagon Alley. And you're to be back here before dark each night. Sure you'll understand. Tom will be keeping an eye on you for me."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had already had two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, both of whom had lasted only one year. There were rumors that the job was jinxed.
Harry saw two more towering, hooded dementors, standing guard on either side. A wave of cold sickness threatened to engulf him again; he leaned back into the lumpy seat and closed his eyes until they had passed the gates. The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive up to the castle; Hermione was leaning out of the tiny window, watching the many turrets and towers draw nearer. At last, the carriage swayed to a halt, and Hermione and Ron got out.
He pointed at his chest, where a large lump indicated that Scabbers was curled up in his pocket.
A faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. The, looked all around the compartment.
"Cool, sit!" said Dean Thomas in amazement.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance," said Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin!"
So Sirius Black was after him. This explained everything. Fudge had been lenient with him because he was so relieved to find him alive. He'd made Harry promise to stay in Diagon Alley where there were plenty of wizards to keep an eye on him. And he was sending two Ministry cars to take them all to the station tomorrow, so that the Weasleys could look after Harry until he was on the train.
"They still haven't caught him, then?" he asked.
"Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione?" asked Harry, while Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them.
Harry waited for the rest of the class to disappear, then headed nervously for Professor McGonagall's desk.
They were among the first to reach the Great Hall at dinnertime, hoping to see Hagrid, but he wasn't there.
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.