The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, ¡°Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this.¡± He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, ¡°Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear.¡±
¡°Is it true he's mad, Minister?¡±
The taunt about his father rang in Harry's ears as though Black had bellowed it. A boiling hate erupted in Harry's chest, leaving no place for fear. For the first time in his life, he wanted his wand back in his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack¡to kill. Without knowing what he was doing, he started forward, but there was a sudden movement on either side of him and two pairs of hands grabbed him and held him back¡ ¡°No, Harry!¡± Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black.
¡°None of your business,¡± said Ron jerkily, without looking up.
¡°Blimey, haven¡¯ yeh heard?¡± said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. ¡°Er ¡ª Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'¡. Thought everyone'd know by now¡ Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An¡¯ he was loose on the grounds las¡¯ night¡. He's packin¡¯ now, o¡¯ course.¡±