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looked cheerful and as well as he ever did; he was talking animatedly to tiny little Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher. Harry moved his eyes along the table, to the place where Snape sat. Was he imagining it, or were Snape's eyes flickering toward Lupin more often than was natural?
"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."
It had been such a pleasant evening that Harry's good mood couldn't even be spoiled by Malfoy, who shouted through the crowd as they all left the hall, "The dementors send their love, Potter!"
But it wasn't Professor Lupin who looked up at him from the teacher's desk; it was Snape.
"What's the matter with you?" said Ron.
"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we'll make it ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down."
Something whooshed suddenly out of the end of his wand; it looked like a wisp of silvery gas.
"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason --"
"You heard James?" said Lupin in a strange voice.
"Are you all right?" said Lupin.
"I've not bin meself lately," said Hagrid, stroking Fang with one hand and mopping his face with the other. "Worried abou' Buckbeak, an' no one likin' me classes --"
"What d'you mean, he was away?" said Harry. "He was ill when I was playing in that match."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down side by side at the end of the table.
"Harry, listen," said Hermione, exchanging a look with Ron, you must be really upset about what we heard yesterday. But the thing is, you mustn't go doing anything stupid."