The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone.
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Uncle Vernon stopped, his fist still raised, his face an ugly puce.
¡°First Hogsmeade weekend,¡± said Ron, pointing at a notice that had appeared on the battered old bulletin board. ¡°End of October. Halloween.¡±
¡°Fascinating,¡± said Snape, without looking at it. ¡°You should drink that directly, Lupin.¡±
¡°Maybe he'd better go to Madam Pomfrey,¡± said Harry. ¡°If he's seeing things like ¡ª¡±