¡°How come the Muggles don't hear the bus?¡± said Harry.
Harry stood there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do or whom to believe. He glanced around at Ron and Hermione. Ron looked just as confused as he did, still fighting to keep hold on the struggling Scabbers. Hermione, however, took an uncertain step toward Snape and said, in a very breathless voice, ¡°Professor Snape ¡ª it wouldn't hurt to hear what they've got to say, w-would it?¡±
¡°¡ I was asleep, and I heard this ripping noise, and I thought it was in my dream, you know? But then there was this draft¡I woke up and one side of the hangings on my bed had been pulled down¡I rolled over¡and I saw him standing over me¡like a skeleton, with loads of filthy hair¡holding this great long knife, must've been twelve inches¡and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and then I yelled, and he scampered.