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Harry doubled back and watched Professor Lupin covering the hinkypunk's box with a cloth.
"Oh no, it's wonderful!" said Hermione earnestly. "It's my favorite subject! It's --"
Snape's black eyes glittered.
Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.
"Yes," he said, straightening up, "Black must have found a way to fight them. I wouldn't have believed it possible.... Dementors are supposed to drain a wizard of his powers if he is left with them too long...."
Harry dropped his tankard with a loud clunk. Ron kicked him.
"Who cares?" said Ron impatiently. "Listen, Harry, can I have a go on it? Can I?"
"Each one is unique to the wizard who conjures it."
"He's not looking too good, is he?" Harry said.
"I shoulda known there was somethin' fishy goin' on then. He loved that motorbike, what was he givin' it ter me for? Why wouldn' he need it anymore? Fact was, it was too easy ter trace. Dumbledore knew he'd bin the Potters' Secret-Keeper. Black knew he was goin' ter have ter run fer it that night, knew it was a matter o' hours before the Ministry was after him.
He pulled two bottles out of his briefcase.
"What d'you mean, he was away?" said Harry. "He was ill when I was playing in that match."
By the sound of it -- everywhere. Dervish and Banges, the wizarding equipment shop, Zonko's Joke Shop, into the Three Broomsticks for foaming mugs of hot butterbeer, and many places besides.
"Sit down," said Lupin, taking the lid off a dusty tin. "I've only got teabags, I'm afraid -- but I daresay you've had enough of tea leaves?"
"D'you know what that --" (he called Snape something that made Hermione say "Ron!") "-- is making me do? I've got to scrub out the bedpans in the hospital wing. Without magic!" He was breathing deeply, his fists clenched. "Why couldn't Black have hidden in Snape's office, eh? He could have finished him off for us!"
If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken? Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him? Did he realize he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years that would make him unrecognizable?。