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There was a terrible snarling noise. Lupin's head was lengthening. So was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws. Crookshanks's hair was on end again; he was backing away --
"Not to interfere! Lupin's going to run into the forest, right at us!"
At that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.
Harry pulled his head out of sight as Macnair's face appeared at Hagrid's window, staring out at Buckbeak. Then they heard Fudge.
Almost at once, Harry wished he hadn't spoken. Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude.
Enjoy your holidays! Yours sincerely,
"He works in the most boring department," said Ron. "The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."
"Your Quidditch team?" said Harry.
"How dare you," he growled, sounding suddenly like the bearsized dog he had been. I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself? But you, Peter -- I'll never understand why I didn't see you were the spy from the start. You always liked big friends who'd look after you, didn't you? It used to be us... me and Remus... and James....
they crossed the lawn.
Dumbledore beamed at them.
"Professor Lupin?" said Hermione timidly. "Can -- can I say something?"
"May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"