¡°Can you hear someone talking, Harry?¡± growled Ron, not looking at Hermione.
Aunt Marge had already had quite a lot of wine. Her huge face was very red.
Black was sprawled at the bottom of the wall. His thin chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched Harry walking slowly nearer, his wand pointing straight at Black's heart.
¡°Gotcha! Get off, you stinking cat ¡ª¡±
¡°EXPECTO PATRONUM! ¡± he yelled.