¡°Yes,¡± Harry said, gripping his wand very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding¡Any second now, he might hear his mother again¡but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to¡or did he?
Harry stared up into the grave face and felt as though the ground beneath him were falling sharply away. He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything. He had expected Dumbledore to pull some amazing solution out of the air. But no ¡ their last hope was gone.