¡°So Black was the Potters¡¯ Secret-Keeper?¡± whispered Madam Rosmerta.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of the Gryffindors along the usual path to Gryffindor Tower, but when they reached the corridor that ended with the portrait of the Fat Lady, they found it jammed with students.
¡°A cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella ¡ª¡±
¡°Leave him to me,¡± he hissed in Ron's ear.
There was a look of suppressed triumph about him. Harry tried to look innocent, all too aware of his sweaty face and his muddy hands, which he quickly hid in his pockets.
¡°Well,¡± said Harry, choosing his words carefully, ¡°it'll be hard work, pretending to Aunt Marge I go to that St. Whatsits.¡¡±