¡°This, Harry, is the secret of our success,¡± said George, patting the parchment fondly.
Too late ¡ª the rat had slipped between Ron's clutching fingers, hit the ground, and scampered away. In one bound, Crookshanks sprang after him, and before Harry or Hermione could stop him, Ron had thrown the Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness.
Harry didn't understand. He couldn't think anymore. He felt the last of his strength leave him, and his head hit the ground as he fainted.
¡°Gone! It's the first day of the holidays, remember?¡± said Ron, watching Harry closely. ¡°It's nearly lunchtime; I was going to come and wake you up in a minute.¡±