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Harry drank deeply. It was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted and seemed to heat every bit of him from the inside.
"I'm not buying anything Malfoy thinks is good," said Harry flatly.
"Oh no," said Hermione, looking very disappointed. "I've already finished it!"
"Why didn't you let me fight it?" said Harry abruptly.
When Ron and Hermione had paid for all their sweets, the three of them left Honeydukes for the blizzard outside.
"They planted the Whomping Willow the same year that I arrived at Hogwarts. People used to play a game, trying to get near enough to touch the trunk. In the end, a boy called Davey Gudgeon nearly lost an eye, and we were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would have a chance."
"LOOK!" he bellowed, striding over to Hermione's table.
Hermione threw her book aside. She was still pink in the face, but stood up and faced Ron defiantly.
Lupin tapped the kettle with his wand and a blast of steam issued suddenly from the spout.
"Professor Snape's very interested in the Dark Arts, he blurted out.
"But if the dementors come to another Quidditch match, I need to be able to fight them --"
Lupin drank a little more butterbeer, then said, "It's the fate that awaits Sirius Black. It was in the Daily Prophet this morning. The Ministry have given the dementors permission to perform it if they find him."
"Jinxed? How could it be jinxed?"
It had been such a pleasant evening that Harry's good mood couldn't even be spoiled by Malfoy, who shouted through the crowd as they all left the hall, "The dementors send their love, Potter!"
"I know," said Harry, "but McGonagall still wants to strip it down --"
He turned, intending to head back toward the middle of the field, but at that moment, another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something that distracted him completely , the silhouette of an enormous shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of seats.