¡°Right then,¡± said Professor Lupin. ¡°Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Can you see them in your mind's eye?¡±
¡°I know that,¡± said Harry quickly.
¡°Yes, I do,¡± said Dumbledore quietly. ¡°But I have no power to make other men see the truth, or to overrule the Minister of Magic¡.¡±
Ern slammed on the brakes and the Knight Bus skidded to a halt in front of a small and shabby-looking pub, the Leaky Cauldron, behind which lay the magical entrance to Diagon Alley.
A Dementor rose slowly from the box, its hooded face turned toward Harry, one glistening, scabbed hand gripping its cloak. The lamps around the classroom flickered and went out. The Dementor stepped from the box and started to sweep silently toward Harry, drawing a deep, rattling breath. A wave of piercing cold broke over him ¡ª
¡°Do you think Black's still in the area, Minister?¡± whispered Madam Rosmerta.