¡°Lucky the ground was so soft.¡±
¡°Dumbledore hired you when he knew you were a werewolf,¡± Ron gasped. ¡°Is he mad?¡±
¡°Wan¡¯ some tea?¡± he said. His great hands were shaking as he reached for the kettle.
It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing. Astounded, Harry bent over it. A labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. And as Harry's eyes traveled up and down the familiar corridors, he noticed something else.
Harry blinked. Snape's eyes gleamed.
¡°So what are you saying?¡± said Ron, looking very tense. ¡°You want to ¡ª to kill Black or something?¡±