Stan put the paper away reluctantly, and Harry leaned against the window of the Knight Bus, feeling worse than ever. He couldn't help imagining what Stan might be telling his passengers in a few nights¡¯ time.
¡°Merry ¡ª hic ¡ª Christmas! Password?¡±
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Then Lupin spoke, in a very tense voice.
¡°Yep,¡± said Stan, ¡°in front of witnesses an¡¯ all. Broad daylight. Big trouble it caused, dinnit, Ern?¡±
All around them, people were asking one another the same question: ¡°How did he get in?¡±
¡°We've met,¡± he said shortly. He was looking at Harry more seriously than ever before.