¡°I daresay that is his ¡ª er ¡ª eventual plan,¡± said Fudge evasively. ¡°But we hope to catch Black long before that. I must say, You-Know-Who alone and friendless is one thing¡but give him back his most devoted servant, and I shudder to think how quickly he'll rise again¡¡±
But she couldn't do it. The Dementors were closing in, barely ten feet from them. They formed a solid wall around Harry and Hermione, and were getting closer¡.
He scanned the starry sky for a sign of Hedwig, perhaps soaring back to him with a dead mouse dangling from her beak, expecting praise. Gazing absently over the rooftops, it was a few seconds before Harry realized what he was seeing.
¡°Just tap it again and say, ¡°Mischief managed!¡± And it'll go blank.¡±