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"If you'll follow me, Mr. Potter," he said, "I've already taken your things up..."
"Harry, I'm sure you'll be able to go next time," she said. "They're bound to catch Black soon. He's been sighted once already."
"Just keep him over there, that's all," said Ron irritably, turning back to his star chart. "1've got Scabbers asleep in my bag."
"They should fire him straight away!" said Pansy Parkinson, who was in tears.
"Er -- because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?"
"Yes, "said Harry.
"But then, why would you dread him dying?" said Hermione.
"Ah, starting Divination, are you?" said the manager, stripping off his gloves and leading Harry into the back of the shop, where there was a corner devoted to fortune-telling. A small table was stacked with volumes such as Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks and Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul.
"We must be nearly there," said Ron, leaning forward to look past Professor Lupin at the now completely black window.
"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.
"What's all that, Hermione?" Harry asked, pointing at not one but three bulging bags in the chair next to her.
"Scabbers!" Ron shouted, racing out of the shop after him; Harry followed.
"The point is," Wood went on, resuming his pacing, "the Quidditch Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Harry joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it, and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the thing...."
It took them nearly ten minutes to catch Scabbers, who had taken refuge under a wastepaper bin outside Quality Quidditch Supplies. Ron stuffed the trembling rat back into his pocket and straightened up, massaging his head.
"The sixteenth of October! 'That thing you're dreading, it will happen on the sixteenth of October!' Remember? She was right, she was right!"