Harry sat down, feeling goose bumps rising up his arms despite the glow of the fire. Fudge took off his pinstriped cloak and tossed it aside, then hitched up the trousers of his bottle-green suit and sat down opposite Harry.
¡°Spare bit of parchment,¡± he said with a shrug.
And there were the Dementors. They were emerging out of the darkness from every direction, gliding around the edges of the lake¡. They were moving away from where Harry stood, to the opposite bank¡. He wouldn't have to get near them¡.