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Harry and Hermione turned around, surprised. Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor House, was calling over the heads of the crowd. She was a sternlooking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles. Harry fought his way over to her with a feeling of foreboding: Professor McGonagall had a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong.
Fudge, a portly little man in a long, pinstriped cloak, looked cold and exhausted.
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.
"Yeah, that's right," said Harry offhandedly.
"No idea -- sit down --"
"One moment, please !" she called as the class made to leave. "As you're all in my House, you should hand Hogsmeade permission forms to me before Halloween. No form, no visiting the village, so don't forget!"
The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone.
"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Ron.
"Hang on," blurted Harry. "What about my punishment?"
They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door.
A bandage unraveled at the mummy's feet; it became entangled, fell face forward, and its head rolled off.
Overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his napkin, and Professor McGonagall shooed them away.
She indicated the black rats, who promptly started skipping again. Ron muttered, "Show-offs."
They exchanged a dark look, and Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly.
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
"Gryffindor hasn't won for seven years now. Okay, so we've had the worst luck in the world -- injuries -- then the tournamentgetting called off last year Wood swallowed, as though the memory still brought a lump to his throat. "But we also know we've got the best-ruddy-team-in-the-school," he said, punching a fist into his other hand, the old manic glint back in his eye. "We've got three superb Chasers."