Resigned to the fact that he would be the only third year staying behind again, Harry borrowed a copy of Which Broomstick from Wood, and decided to spend the day reading up on the different makes. He had been riding one of the school brooms at team practice, an ancient Shooting Star, which was very slow and jerky; he definitely needed a new broom of his own.
¡°And the Fat Lady, sir?¡±
Harry peered over the heads in front of him. The portrait seemed to be closed.
¡°Harry, if you go into Hogsmeade again¡I'll tell Professor McGonagall about that map!¡± said Hermione.
He tried to heave himself up on his good leg, but Lupin raised his wand again, pointing it at Scabbers.