They tore into a deserted classroom to their left just in time. Peeves seemed to be bouncing along the corridor in boisterous good spirits, laughing his head off.
¡°And thirdly,¡± said Uncle Vernon, his mean little eyes now slits in his great purple face, ¡°we've told Marge you attend St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys.¡±
¡°Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us,¡± said Fred and George Weasley together, pretending to blush.
If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken? Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him? Did he realize he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years that would make him unrecognizable?
¡°He ¡ª he was taking over everywhere!¡± gasped Pettigrew. ¡°Wh-what was there to be gained by refusing him?¡±
Harry looked down at the pitiful figure on the floor and nodded so that Pettigrew could see him.