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"Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair , the slimeball."
"Why, though?" Ron added to Harry as the group of secondyear girls who had been listening to his chilling tale departed. "Why did he run?"
"Okay -- Scabbers, stay put --"
"Hermione, listen to me, please'" Lupin shouted. "I can explain --"
Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Gotcha! Get off, you stinking cat --"
Professor Trelawney rustled past.
But Harry could tell Hermione didn't really believe what she was saying. All around them, people were talking excitedly as they ate their lunch, happily anticipating the end of the exams that afternoon, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione, lost in worry about Hagrid and Buckbeak, didn't join in.
"I thought we weren't starting crystal balls until next term," Ron muttered, casting a wary eye around for Professor Trelawney, in case she was lurking nearby.
"Scabbers!" said Ron blankly. "Scabbers, what are you doing here?"
Still, Harry didn't speak.
"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade."
He had a very strange dream. He was walking through a forest, his Firebolt over his shoulder, following something silvery-white. It was winding its way through the trees ahead, and he could only catch glimpses of it between the leaves. Anxious to catch up with it, he sped up, but as he moved faster, so did his quarry. Harry broke into a run, and ahead he heard hooves gathering speed. Now he was running flat out, and ahead he could hear galloping. Then he turned a corner into a clearing and -
"Oh, help, help," Hermione whispered frantically, dancing U._ certainly on the spot, "Please..."
"There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Brack, and his grin widened.