Harry and Hermione listened closely. They heard footsteps, the soft cursing of the executioner, the snap of the door, and then silence once more.
¡°Not to interfere! Lupin's going to run into the forest, right at us!¡±
¡°But I don't say so,¡± said Professor McGonagall, standing up and piling her papers neatly into a drawer. ¡°The form clearly states that the parent or guardian must give permission.¡± She turned to look at him, with an odd expression on her face. Was it pity? ¡°I'm sorry, Potter, but that's my final word. You had better hurry, or you'll be late for your next lesson.¡±
Stan passed Harry's bed and disappeared up a narrow wooden staircase. Harry was still looking out of the window, feeling increasingly nervous. Ernie didn't seem to have mastered the use of a steering wheel. The Knight Bus kept mounting the pavement, but it didn't hit anything; lines of lampposts, mailboxes, and trash cans jumped out of its way as it approached and back into position once it had passed.
Harry, whose thoughts had been upstairs with the Broomstick Servicing Kit, was brought back to earth with an unpleasant bump.