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They made their way back up the crowded street to the Magical Menagerie. As they reached it, Hermione came out, but she wasn't carrying an owl. Her arms were clamped tightly around the enormous ginger cat.
"I am Cornelius Fudge, Harry. The Minister of Magic."
"What did Malfoy mean?" Harry muttered to Ron as he stuck his hands under the icy jet that poured from the gargoyle's mouth "Why would I want revenge on Black? He hasn't done anything to me -- yet.
"Hullo, Neville," said Harry, feeling around in the dark and pulling Neville up by his cloak.
"Coincidence," said Hermione airily, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.
Harry tried to pull himself together.
Parvati walked forward, her face set. Snape rounded on her. There was another crack, and where he had stood was a bloodstained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly, dragging its feet, its stiff arms rising --
This had only one occupant, a man sitting fast asleep next to the window. Harry, Ron, and Hermione checked on the threshold. The Hogwarts Express was usually reserved for students and they had never seen an adult there before, except for the witch who pushed the food cart.
"How is he?" said Ron as they all sat down. "It wasn't serious, was it?"
"Ron," hissed Hermione, pointing at Professor Lupin, "be careful..."
Harry felt his way back to his seat.
"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."
"Definitely," said Harry.
A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books. They had never had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts before, unless you counted the memorable class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies -to class and set them loose.
"Irish International Side's Just put in an order for seven of these beauties!" the proprietor of the shop told the crowd. "And they're favorites for the World Cup!"