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Ron's and Hermione's faces appeared under the table. They were both staring at him, lost for words.
"I'll go and talk to her, Harry," he promised. "I'll make her see reason.... A Firebolt... a real Firebolt, on our team... She wants Gryffindor to win as much as we do.... I'll make her see sense. A Firebolt..."
"It's the best broom there is, Hermione," he said.
"Well, what would you've done?" said Fred. "George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb, I whipped the drawer open, and grabbed -- this."
"I thought he was dead for sure."
"And how do you conjure it?"
"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far --"
Harry peered over the heads in front of him. The portrait seemed to be closed.
He pulled two bottles out of his briefcase.
Personally, Harry was sure that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, and when he tried to point out to Hermione that the evidence all pointed that way, she lost her temper with Harry too.
Harry skidded to a halt outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, pulled the door open, and dashed inside.
"If you don't want to tell us, don't," snapped Ron.
"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason --"
"What?" said Harry, now starting to laugh himself "Lupin? Listen, if he had this much gold, he'd be able to buy himself some new robes."