“mr.potter,itisratherte.”

“ijustknew,”harrylied.hedidn’twantdraotogetintroubleforthis,forhislivingarratobeomeanymorediffiultthanital

“ilovehim,professor.ilovehimandforhissafety,ifeellikeitwouldbebetterthatileft,”harrysaid.“i’msureyouagree.”

“tellingmewhat?”

raohadbeendead.hehadbeendead,sotherewasbeyondadoubtnopossibilityofthesethoughtsbeingmorethanafantasy.butnowhewasalive,andifonlydraowasn’tsosared,ifonlymgonagallwasn’tsoareful,heouldtry.itdidn’thavetowork,butgod,hewishedtheyouldtry.

“professor,you’resmarterthanthis.don’tdomethedisservieofpretendingyouaren’t.hismother’stestimonywastheonlyreasonwehadtobelievethepileofasheswashim.therewasnoidentifiablebody.”

“how?”mgonagasked,herfaedarkeningastheatshewasputtingonfeway.

“i’mnotpartiurlywellversedintheolorationpatternsofwolves,mr.potter,”mgonagallrepliedslowly.

“i’msureidon’tknowwhatyoumean.”

“mr.potter,ihaven’ttheslightestideaastowhatouldbesowrongthatitwarrantedmakingrightattwointhem,”mgonagallsighed.“iwasundertheimpressionthattheseunfortunatetenightmeetingsofourswouldendwithyourlearningtobehavelikeanadult.”

mgonagallfroze.

“whatdoyoumeanabody?doyoususpetthewolfofhavingkilledsomeone?surelynotastudent,therearenoneleftonthegrounds.”

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“that’swhatiamtryingtodo,professor.intellingyou.”

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“i’msorry,professor,irealizethisisaninonveniene.ifitweren’timportant,iwouldhavewaiteduntilm,”harrysaid,fidgetingnervouslyontheothersideofmgonagall’sdesk.“ineedtomakethisright.”

“thewolf.he’snotsomuhwhiteasheisblonde,isn’the?haveyoueverseenablondewolf?”

“therewasn’tabody,”harryontinued.