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Harry wasn't listening.
"Follow me," said Filch, lighting a lamp and leading them outside.
"What are you talking about?" said Ron, but Harry, sprinting across the grounds toward the forest, didn't answer.
Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.
"Resign?" Wood thundered. "What good'll that do? How are we going to get any points back if we can't win at Quidditch?"
"But there are hundreds of them!"
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
"You shouldn't be inside on a day like this," he said, with an odd, twisted smile.
"Me," he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."
I want to go to the feast," he told Madam Pomfrey as she straightened his many candy boxes. I can, can't I?"
The moon was bright, but clouds scudding across it kept throwing them into darkness. Ahead, Harry could see the lighted windows of Hagrid's hut. Then they heard a distant shout.
After dinner the three of them sat nervously apart in the common room. Nobody bothered them; none of the Gryffindors had anything to say to Harry any more, after all. This was the first night he hadn't been upset by it. Hermione was skimming through all her notes, hoping to come across one of the enchantments they were about to try to break. Harry and Ron didn't talk much. Both of them were thinking about what they were about to do.
"What have you been telling him?" growled Bane. "Remember, Firenze, we are sworn not to set ourselves against the heavens. Have we not read what is to come in the movements of the planets?"
As the door creaked, low, rumbling growls met their ears. All three of the dog's noses sniffed madly in their direction, even though it couldn't see them.
"I have business here, Peeves," croaked Harry. "Stay away from this place tonight."