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"You know, Cornelius, if you're dining with the headmaster, he'd better head back up to the castle," said Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall seemed very taken aback. She stared at Harry for a moment or two, then said, "I see! Well, in that case, Potter, you'll understand why I don't think it's a good idea for you to be practicing Quidditch in the evenings. Out on the field with only Your team members, it's very exposed, Potter --"
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 --
"What happened?" he said, sitting up so suddenly they all gasped.
Hermione bit her lip, looking extremely worried.
"No," Harry lied. He drank a bit of tea and watched the grindylow brandishing a fist at him. "Yes," he said suddenly, putting his tea down on Lupin's desk. "You know that day we fought the boggart?"
Harry peered over the heads in front of him. The portrait seemed to be closed.
"Four pints of mulled mead --"
"And?" he said, dreading the answer.
"Really?" said Lupin, looking only mildly interested as he took another gulp of potion.
"It's going to be a tough one," said Wood, who wasn't eating anything.
Harry and Hermione made their way to the back of the room, ,,her, there was a small, vacant table between the window and a handsome Christmas tree, which stood next to the fireplace. Ron came back five minutes later, carrying three foaming tankards of hot butterbeer.
Harry walked slowly to his seat and sat down. Snape looked around at the class.