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"You don't know the half of it, Rosmerta," said Fudge gruffly. "The worst he did isn't widely known."
"I should think not," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around?"
"Honeydukes has got a new kind of fudge; they were giving out free samples, there's a bit, look --"
"Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."
"Any sign of him, Professor?" asked Percy in a whisper.
"There you go," said Ron. "We got as much as we could carry."
"He's not looking too good, is he?" Harry said.
"Maybe he knows how to Apparate," said a Ravenclaw a few feet away, "Just appear out of thin air, you know."
"I don't think anyone should ride that broom just yet!" said Hermione shrilly.
Sir Cadogan, however, was the least of Harry's worries. He was now being closely watched. Teachers found excuses to walk along corridors with him, and Percy Weasley (acting, Harry suspected, on his mother's orders) was tailing him everywhere like an extremely pompous guard dog. To cap it all, Professor McGonagall summoned Harry into her office, with such a somber expression on her face Harry thought someone must have died.
Ron and Herinione watched Harry nervously all through dintier, not daring to talk about what they'd overheard, because Percy was sitting close by them. When they went upstairs to the crowded common room, it was to find Fred and George had set off half a dozen Dungbombs in a fit of end- of-term high spirits. Harry, who didn't want Fred and George asking him whether he'd reached Hogsmeade or not, sneaked quietly up to the empty dormitory and headed straight for his bedside cabinet. He pushed his books aside and quickly found what he was looking for -- the leather-bound photo album Hagrid had given him two years ago, which was full of wizard pictures of his mother and father. He sat down on his bed, drew the hangings around him, and started turning the pages, searching, until...
"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table. "As there are so few of us, it seemed foolish to use the House tables.... Sit down, sit down!"
"Butterbeer!" said Harry, without thinking. "Yeah, I like that stuff!"
It seemed to be a trapdoor. Harry stood there, massaging the top of his head, listening. He couldn't hear any sounds above him. Very slowly, he pushed the trapdoor open and peered over the edge.
"We think we saw an ogre, honestly, they get all sorts at the Three Broomsticks --"
Waving aside the information that a famous murderer was after his Seeker, Wood said, "But Black couldn't have bought a Firebolt! He's on the run! The whole country's on the lookout for him! How could he just walk into Quality Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick?"