¡°Come on, Hermione, come and have some food,¡± Harry said, looking over at Ron and wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet.
It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship. Each was so angry with the other that Harry couldn't see how they'd ever make up.
So at six o'clock that afternoon, Harry and Ron left Gryffindor Tower, passed the security trolls at a run, and headed down to the entrance hall.
¡°Listen to me, Harry. It is too late, you understand me? You must see that Professor Snape's version of events is far more convincing than yours.¡±