¡°I'm telling you, I saw him!¡±
¡°I see,¡± said Lupin, though he still looked slightly suspicious. ¡°Well ¡ª let's drink to a Gryffindor victory against Ravenclaw! Not that I'm supposed to take sides, as a teacher¡¡± he added hastily.
It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a flashlight in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, ¡®Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless ¡ª discuss.¡¯
He handed Harry a large bar of Honeydukes¡¯ best chocolate.