¡°Maybe he knows how to Apparate,¡± said a Ravenclaw a few feet away, ¡°Just appear out of thin air, you know.¡±
No one moved or made a sound except Pettigrew, whose breath was coming in wheezes as he clutched his chest. Black and Lupin were looking at each other. Then, with one movement, they lowered their wands.
¡°Sit down, Harry,¡± said Fudge, indicating a chair by the fire.
Harry stared down at Black and Crookshanks, his grip tightening on the wand. So what if he had to kill the cat too? It was in league with Black¡If it was prepared to die, trying to protect Black, that wasn't Harry's business¡ If Black wanted to save it, that only proved he cared more for Crookshanks than for Harry's parents¡.
¡°NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO!¡± cried the witch, but Scabbers shot from between her hands like a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor, and then scampered for the door.