It seemed to be a trapdoor. Harry stood there, massaging the top of his head, listening. He couldn't hear any sounds above him. Very slowly, he pushed the trapdoor open and peered over the edge.
And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwig's cage under his arm.
¡°Professor Snape was at school with us. He fought very hard against my appointment to the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. He has been telling Dumbledore all year that I am not to be trusted. He has his reasons¡you see, Sirius here played a trick on him which nearly killed him, a trick which involved me ¡ª¡±
¡°I ¡ª I took him outside,¡± said Hagrid, spilling milk all over the table as he filled up the jug. ¡°He's tethered in me pumpkin patch. Thought he oughta see the trees an¡¯ ¡ª an¡¯ smell fresh air ¡ª before ¡ª¡±
Harry went down to breakfast the next morning with the rest of the boys in his dormitory, all of whom seemed to think the Firebolt deserved a sort of guard of honor. As Harry entered the Great Hall, heads turned in the direction of the Firebolt, and there was a good deal of excited muttering. Harry saw, with enormous satisfaction, that the Slytherin team were all looking thunderstruck.