“ How nice to see you in the physical world at last.” Harry’s immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect. A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice. Ron appeared at Harry’s shoulder as the class assembled around them, all talking in whispers. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle.
Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves.
At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone’s attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. “Molly, how many times do I have to tell you? They didn’t Weasley had banged his fist on the table. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts.” “But no one’s really sure that Black’s after Harry -” There was a thud on wood, and Harry was sure Mr. The only thing we know for sure is what Black’s after -” “But Harry will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts.” “We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. It’s been a month, and no one’s seen hide nor hair of him, and I don’t care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we’re no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands. “You know what Harry and Ron are like, wandering off by themselves - they’ve even ended up in the Forbidden Forest! But Harry mustn’t do that this year! When I think what could have happened to him that night he ran away from home! If the Knight Bus hadn’t picked him up, I’m prepared to bet he would have been dead before the Ministry found him.” “But he’s not dead, he’s fine, so what’s the point -” “Molly, they say Sirius Black’s mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that’s supposed to be impossible. Do you really want to send Harry back to school with that hanging over him? For heaven’s sake, he’s happy not knowing!” “I don’t want to make him miserable, I want to put him on his guard!” retorted Mr.
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