¡°Your father didn't set much store by rules either,¡± Snape went on, pressing his advantage, his thin face full of malice. ¡°Rules were for lesser mortals, not Quidditch Cup-winners. His head was so swollen ¡ª¡±
Then, quite suddenly, as though following orders, he rolled up the map, stuffed it inside his robes, and hurried to the door of the classroom. He opened it a couple of inches. There was no one outside. Very carefully, he edged out of the room and behind the statue of the one-eyed witch.
¡°If you'll follow me, Mr. Potter,¡± he said, ¡°I've already taken your things up¡¡±
Harry frowned at Ron.