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Fudge shuddered slightly.
"But -- Professor, my aunt and uncle -- you know, they're Muggles, they don't really understand about -- about Hogwarts forms and stuff," Harry said, while Ron egged him on with vigorous nods. "If you said I could go --"
"We've got it," Fred whispered to Harry. "We've been improving it."
Harry ignored them. He climbed over the paddock fence.
"Talk about summat else, Stan, there's a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles."
Seamus darted past Parvati.
"Yeah, we'll call you," muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, "if we ever need someone mental."
"Does he have to eat that in front of us?" said Ron, scowling.
And then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings.
The class broke into applause, all except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were looking deeply disappointed.
They were taking the news worse than Harry had expected. Both Ron and Hermione seemed to be much more frightened of Black than he was.
"Ah, there's Penelope!" said Percy, smoothing his hair and going Pink again. Ginny caught Harry's eye, and they both turned away to hide their laughter as Percy strode over to a girl with long, curly hair, walking with his chest thrown out so that she couldn't miss his shiny badge. stood back to let him on. They leaned out of the window and waved at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley until the train turned a corner and blocked them from view.
Harry got into the back of the car and was shortly joined by Hermione, Ron, and, to Ron's disgust, Percy.
"I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!"
Malfoy gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on his robes and the delapidated suitcase. With a tiny hint of sarcasm in his voice, he said, "Oh, no -- er -- Professor," then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle and led them up the steps into the castle.
"But I don't say so," said Professor McGonagall, standing up and piling her papers neatly into a drawer. "The form clearly states that the parent or guardian must give permission." She turned to look at him, with an odd expression on her face. Was it pity? "I'm sorry, Potter, but that's my final word. You had better hurry, or you'll be late for your next lesson."。