¡°That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic,¡± said Hermione, slapping the small red bottle into Ron's hand. ¡°And stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours, what's the problem? Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he'd been in there for ages; no one wanted him.¡±
Harry stopped dead, his heart banging against his ribs.
¡°He'd have a job spotting Harry in this,¡± said Ron, nodding through the mullioned windows at the thick, swirling snow. ¡°Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas. Harry deserves a break.¡±