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"M'all right," muttered Neville, who was clutching his stomach, "Harry . . . Snape 'n' Malfoy . . . ran past. . ."
He looked uncertainly at Lupin.
But Harry had come face-to-face with him at Hogwarts. Remembering their last meeting as he stood at the dark window, Harry had to admit he was lucky even to have reached his thirteenth birthday.
"Dumbledore wha, Harry?"
'I see,' said Dumbledore kindly, when Malfoy neither
"I'm going," Harry said. "I've had enough."
"Lupin said they would," said Ron.
Aunt Marge had already had quite a lot of wine. Her huge face was very red.
'Jokes? No, no, these are manners,' replied Dumbledore.
Harry was staring at his plate, a funny ringing in his ears. Grasp your broom firmly by the tail, he thought. But he couldn't remember what came next. Aunt Marge's voice seemed to be boring into him like one of Uncle Vernon's drills.
"Snape," repeated McGonagall faintly, falling into the chair. "We all wondered . . . but he trusted . . . always . . . Snape... I can't believe it. ..."
At your aunt and uncle's house,' said Ron. 'And then we'll go with you, wherever you're going.'
Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.
But before any of them could respond to this, a sharp voice spoke from high on the wall: A sallow-faced wizard with a short black fringe had just walked back into his empty canvas. "Minerva, the Minister will be here within seconds, he has just Disapparated from the Ministry."