¡°Come on, Hermione, come and have some food,¡± Harry said, looking over at Ron and wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet.
¡°But you're the Minister of Magic,¡± said Harry eagerly. ¡°If you gave me permission¡¡±
¡°Have you?¡± A look of enormous relief spread over the manager's face. ¡°Thank heavens for that. I've been bitten five times already this morning ¡ª¡±
¡°Harry, I don't understand what Dumbledore wants us to do. Why did he tell us to go back three hours? How's that going to help Sirius?¡±