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Tom nodded gloomily and returned to wiping glasses; Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and the Weasleys walked through the bar and out into the chilly little courtyard at the back where the dustbins stood. Hagrid raised his pink umbrella and rapped a certain brick in the wall, which opened at once to form an archway onto a winding cobbled street. They stepped through the entrance and paused, looking around.
"Oh yes, circulation's well up," said Luna happily.
"Don't you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!" Malfoy snarled.
Malfoy dragged the cloak out from under Harry's immobilized body and threw it over him.
Parvati set off for Divination five minutes later looking slightly crestfallen.
With a sudden exclamation she pointed at the clock's face. Mr. Weasley's hand had switched to "traveling."
Set against the dull, poster-muffled shop Fronts around them, Fred and Georges windows hit the eye like a firework display. Casual passersby were looking back over their shoulders at the windows, and a few rather stunned-looking people had actually come to a halt, transfixed. The left-hand window was dazzlingly full of an assortment of goods that revolved, popped, flashed, bounced, and shrieked; Harrys eyes began to water just looking at it. The right-hand window was covered with a gigantic poster, purple like those of the Ministry, but emblazoned with flashing yellow letters:
"And she's more intelligent, she's an Auror!" said Hermione from the corner.
"What's this?" Hermione asked eventually, holding up what looked like a small telescope.
A few minutes later, Ron was cleared to do the same subjects as Harry, and the two of them left the table together.
"No, he was behind that cabinet —"
Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view. The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."
while surrounded by a battalion of Aurors. He had stowed his Invisibility Cloak in his backpack and felt that, if that was good enough for Dumbledore, it ought to be good enough for the Ministry, though now he came to think of it, he was not sure the Ministry knew about his cloak.
"I only just remembered," said Harry honestly. "He told me last night in your broom shed."
"No!" said Harry, so loudly that many heads turned in his direction. He did not care; he was staring up at the staff table, incensed. How could Snape be given the Defense Against the Dark Arts job after all this time? Hadn't it been widely known for years that Dumbledore did not trust him to do it?