¡°Come on,¡± said Ron, whose teeth seemed to be chattering.
Malfoy smirked across the table.
Fred pulled something from inside his cloak with a flourish and laid it on one of the desks. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it. Harry, suspecting one of Fred and George's jokes, stared at it.
¡°Nothing to worry about,¡± said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. ¡°There's a Boggart in there.¡±
¡°Indeed?¡± said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. ¡°You think a joke shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?¡±
¡°Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?¡± said Ron. ¡°Ouch!¡± The tiny owl now hooting happily in his hand, had nibbled one of his fingers in what it seemed to think was an affectionate way.