dwanttomeetagain.still,heouldnotbringhimselftoreportittotheheadmistress,notuntilheatleasttriedtofigureoutwhoitwasonhisown.hesupposedhehadneverbeentoogoodatturningdownahallenge.

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hehadleftitatthat,realizingthattheyprobablywouldjustthinkhewasbeingparanoid,orworse,worryabouthimifheeborated.

hehadpausedforamomentbeforeadding,“ithinksomethingoddisgoingonhere,though.”

theyhadendedtheallbytellingharryhewasgoingtobeawonderfulprofessor,whih

“merlin,harry,it’shogwarts.somethingoddisalwaysgoingonthere,”hermionesaidrolledhereyes.

“howdoyoulikeitbakthere,mate?”ronhadasked,seemingasequallyhuffedwiththenewsashermione.

“i’msogdyou’vefinallyfoundsomethingtooupyyourtime,harry!although,outofthethreeofus,iwouldneverhavepinnedyouastheoendupaprofessor,”hermionehadughed,andhehadtoagree.

hehadfirealledronandhermioneonesinehisreloation.ithadgoneasheexpeted.

“ilikeitfine.notthesamewithouteveryonehere,obviously,butbetterthangrimmauldpe.”

whenhewasn’tthinkingabouttheanimagus,hewastryingtothinkupwaystogetintotheslytherindungeons.theyonsumedhim,andnotjustinwaking.inhisdreams,hewouldfindhimselfintheommonroom,agreentingelightfilteringinfromthewindowsthatlookedoutintotheke.therestoftheroomwastoodarktomakeout,butheouldtellitwasnotthesameasthesttimehehadseenit.hewanderedblindly,bumpingintothingsuntilheametothedoorofthedormitories.itwasonlyawoodendoor,notsodiffiulttopee,butheouldnevergetittoopen.hewouldpresshiseartothedoorandswearheouldhearsomethingontheotherside,breathing,therustlingofbedlinens,faintwhisperings,eventhequietmewofaat,butneveranythingthatmeantanythingtohim.