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Spiders! There’s-There’s spiders. Spiders. They want me to tap-dance.

-l don’t wanna tap-dance! -You tell those spiders.

Right, yeah. Tell them. l’ll tell them….

-Peter Pettigrew? -Little lump of a boy.

-Always trailing after Sirius Black. -Black was vicious.

He didn’t kill Pettigrew, he destroyed him!

-Put that light out! -Sorry.

-Watch it there, boy. -Were trying to sleep here!

Mischief managed. Nox.

Potter.

What are you doing wandering the corridors at night?

l was sleepwalking.

How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter.

He, too, was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle.

My dad didn’t strut. And nor do l.

Now, if you don’t mind, l would appreciate it if you could lower your wand.

Turn out your pockets.

Turn out your pockets!

What’s this?

-Spare bit of parchment. -Really? Open it.

Reveal your secrets.

Read it.

Messrs, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs…

…offer their compliments to Professor Snape and….

Go on.

And request he keep his large nose out of other peoples business.

-You insolent little–Professor!

Well, well. Lupin.

Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?

Harry, are you all right?

That remains to be seen.

l have now just confiscated a rather curious artifact.

Take a look, Lupin. Supposed to be your area of expertise.

-Clearly, its full of dark magic. -l seriously doubt it, Severus.

lt looks as though its a parchment designed to insult anyone…

…who tries to read it. l suspect its a Zonko product.

Nevertheless, l shall investigate any hidden qualities it may possess.

lt is, after all, as you say, my area of expertise.

Harry, would you come with me, please? Professor, good night.

Are you deaf? Put that light out!

Come in.

l haven’t the faintest idea how this map came to be in your possession…

…but quite frankly, l am astounded that you didn’t hand it in.

Did it never occur to you that this, in the hands of Sirius Black…

…is a map to you?

-No. -No, sir.

Your father never set much store by the rules either.

But he and your mother gave their lives to save yours.

Gambling their sacrifice by wandering the castle unprotected…

…with a killer on the loose seems to me a poor way to repay them!

Now, l will not cover up for you again.

-Do you hear me? -Yes, sir.

l want you to return to your dormitory and stay there.

And don’t take any detours. lf you do, l shall know.

Professor, just so you know, l don’t think that map always works.

Earlier, it showed someone in the castle. Someone l know to be dead.

Oh, really? And who might that be?

Peter Pettigrew.

That’s not possible.

lt’s just what l saw.

Good night, professor.

Broaden your minds. You must look beyond.

The art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the lnner Eye.

Only then can you see. Try again.

Now, what do we have here?

Do you mind me trying?

The Grim, possibly.

My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class…

…l sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit…

…for the noble art of Divination. No, you see, there.

You may be young in years, but your heart is as shriveled…

…as an old maids, your soul as dry as the pages of the books…

…to which you so desperately cleave.

Have l said something?

She’s gone mental, Hermione has. Not that she wasn’t always mental…

…but now its in the open for everyone to see.

Hang on.

-We better take this back. -l’m not going back.

-Fine. See you later. -See you.

Harry Potter….

-Professor Trelawney–He will return tonight.

Sorry?

Tonight, he who betrayed his friends, whose heart rots with murder…

…shall break free.

lnnocent blood shall be spilt…

…and servant and master shall be reunited once more.

lm so sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?

No.

Nothing.