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Harry looked at him. Lupin's eyes were twinkling.
Harry's insides lurched. The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that stood alone in the middle of the grounds.
"Ta, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.
Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to help them.
"No idea," said Harry. "There wasn't a card or anything with it."
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off --"
"GET -- HIM -- OUT -- OF -- HERE!" Ron bellowed as Crookshanks's claws ripped his pajamas and Scabbers attempted a wild escape over his shoulder. Ron seized Scabbers by the tail and aimed a misjudged kick at Crookshanks that hit the trunk at the end of Harry's bed, knocking it over and causing Ron to hop up and down, howling with pain.
"Hmm..." Professor McGonagall stood up and stared out of the window at the Quidditch field, just visible through the rain. "Well... goodness knows, I'd like to see us win the Cup at last... but all the same, Potter... I'd be happier if a teacher were present. I'll ask Madam Hooch to oversee your training sessions."
"Right," he said, trying to recall as exactly as possible the wonderful, soaring sensation of his stomach.
"I'll never know what they'd have wanted, because thanks to Black, I've never spoken to them," said Harry shortly.
Professor Dumbledore sent all the Gryffindors back to the Great Hall, where they were joined ten minutes later by the students from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, who all looked extremely confused.
Ron, an expression of ecstasy on his face, mounted the broom and zoomed off into the gathering darkness while Harry walked around the edge of the field, watching him. Night had fallen before Madam Hooch awoke with a start, told Harry and Ron off for not waking her, and insisted that they go back to the castle.
"A Firebolt? No! Seriously? A -- a real Firebolt?"
"We've got our first match on Saturday!" said Harry, outraged. "I've got to train, Professor!"
"He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together," said Fred impatiently. "I don't know why you're worried, Oliver, Hufflepuff is a pushover. Last time we played them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five minutes, remember?"