The day was fine and breezy, and neither of them felt like staying indoors, so they walked past the Three Broomsticks and climbed a slope to visit the Shrieking Shack, the most haunted dwelling in Britain. They left Zonko’s with their money bags considerably lighter than they had been on entering, but their pockets bulging with Dungbombs, Hiccup Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, and a Nose-Biting Teacup apiece. There were jokes and tricks to fulfill even Fred’s and George’s wildest dreams Harry gave Ron whispered orders and passed him some gold from under the cloak. of 317 Get free e-books and video tutorials at Then they visited Zonko’s, which was so packed with students Harry had to exercise great care not to tread on anyone and cause a panic. The owls sat hooting softly down at him, at least three hundred of them from Great Grays right down to tiny little Scops owls (“Local Deliveries Only”), which were so small they could have sat in the palm of Harry’s hand. “Are you still there? This feels weird…” They went to the post office Ron pretended to be checking the price of an owl to Bill in Egypt so that Harry could have a good look around. “Where are you?” Ron kept muttering out of the corner of his mouth. “Snape was hanging around.” They set off up the High Street. Harry, completely hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, emerged into the sunlight outside Honeydukes and prodded Ron in the back. He wiped the Marauder’s Map blank again, then set off at a run. He sprinted back to the one-eyed witch, opened her hump, heaved himself inside, and slid down to meet his bag at the bottom of the stone chute. Harry scanned the map carefully and saw, with a leap of relief, that the tiny dot labeled Severus Snape was now back in its office. The third floor corridor seemed to be deserted. Once out of sight of the security trolls, he pulled out the map again and held it close to his nose. Harry managed to shake Neville off at the Fat Lady by telling him the password, then pretending he’d left his vampire essay in the library and doubling back. Snape was running one of his hands over the one-eyed witch’s head, examining it closely. As they turned the corner, Harry looked back. “You have a habit of turning up in unexpected places, Potter, and you are very rarely there for no good reason… I suggest the pair of you return to Gryffindor Tower, where you belong.” Harry and Neville set off without another word. “We just - met here.” “Indeed?” said Snape. To Harry’s immense disquiet, Snape’s black eyes flicked to the doorways on either side of them, and then to the one-eyed witch.
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