¡°He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together,¡± said Fred impatiently. ¡°I don't know why you're worried, Oliver, Hufflepuff is a pushover. Last time we played them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five minutes, remember?¡±
But she couldn't do it. The Dementors were closing in, barely ten feet from them. They formed a solid wall around Harry and Hermione, and were getting closer¡.
The taunt about his father rang in Harry's ears as though Black had bellowed it. A boiling hate erupted in Harry's chest, leaving no place for fear. For the first time in his life, he wanted his wand back in his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack¡to kill. Without knowing what he was doing, he started forward, but there was a sudden movement on either side of him and two pairs of hands grabbed him and held him back¡ ¡°No, Harry!¡± Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black.
Lupin looked at him quickly.
¡°I've had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!¡±