A beam of light fell across the grass, hit the bottom of a tree, and illuminated its branches; there, crouching among the budding leaves, was Crookshanks.
¡°But then¡¡± Lupin muttered, staring at Black so intently it seemed he was trying to read his mind, ¡°¡why hasn't he shown himself before now? Unless¡± ¡ª Lupin's eyes suddenly widened, as though he was seeing something beyond Black, something none of the rest could see, ¡°¡ª unless he was the one¡unless you switched¡ without telling me?¡±
This map was one of those dangerous magical objects Mr. Weasley had been warning against¡Aids for Magical Mischief Makers¡but then, Harry reasoned, he only wanted to use it to get into Hogsmeade, it wasn't as though he wanted to steal anything or attack anyone¡and Fred and George had been using it for years without anything horrible happening¡
Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There was another piece of parchment in there. He read it through quickly and felt suddenly as warm and contented as though he'd swallowed a bottle of hot butterbeer in one gulp.