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"What about the Astronomy tower? Professor Trelawney's room? The Owlery?"
Harry knew that Hermione had meant well, but that didn't stop him from being angry with her. He had been the owner of the best broom in the world for a few short hours, and now, because of her interference, he didn't know whether he would ever see it again. He was positive that there was nothing wrong with the Firebolt now, but what sort of state would it be in once it had been subjected to all sorts of anti-jinx tests?
After that, he had no choice but to turn right around and head back out of the portrait hole again.
"Will you let me have a go?" "Have you ridden it yet, Harry?"
Hermione had just come in, wearing her dressing gown and carrying Crookshanks, who was looking very grumpy, with a string of tinsel tied around his neck.
"Probably," said Ron. "Why?"
"Can I just hold it, Harry?"
"SCABBERS! LOOK! SCABBERS!"
"Did you hear about the dementors too?" said Harry with difficulty.
Hermione threw her book aside. She was still pink in the face, but stood up and faced Ron defiantly.
Ron was furious with Hermione too. As far as he was concerned, the stripping-down of a brand- new Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage. Hermione, who remained convinced that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room. Harry and Ron supposed she had taken refuge in the library and didn't try to persuade her to come back. All in all, they were glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again. Wood sought Harry out on the night before term started.
"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said exasperatedly, waving his glasses.
Hermione made a small, squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot.
"We've come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go," said Fred, with a mysterious wink. "Come in here...."
"Oh yes," said Fred, smirking. "This little beauty's taught us more than all the teachers in this school."
A hatred such as he had never known before was coursing through Harry like poison. He could see Black laughing at him through the darkness, as though somebody had pasted the picture from the album over his eyes. He watched, as though somebody was playing him a piece of film, Sirius Black blasting Peter Pettigrew (who resembled Neville Longbottom) into a thousand pieces. He could hear (though having no idea what Black's voice might sound like) a low, excited mutter. "It has happened, My Lord... the Potters have made me their Secret-Keeper and then came another voice, laughing shrilly, the same laugh that Harry heard inside his head whenever the dementors drew near....
"Do you know, I still have trouble believing it," said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully. "Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought... I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you'd told me then what he was going to become, I'd have said you'd had too much mead.",