¡°But if ¡ª if there was a mistake ¡ª¡±
¡°Er ¡ª yes,¡± said Neville nervously. ¡°But ¡ª I don't want the Boggart to turn into her either.¡±
Crabbe blundered forward, his long arms outstretched like a zombie. Harry dodged around him, picked up a stick, and lobbed it at Crabbe's back. Harry doubled up with silent laughter as Crabbe did a kind of pirouette in midair, trying to see who had thrown it. As Ron was the only person Crabbe could see, it was Ron he started toward, but Harry stuck out his leg. Crabbe stumbled ¡ª and his huge, flat foot caught the hem of Harry's cloak. Harry felt a great tug, then the cloak slid off his face.