He looked around at Stan, whose mouth was slightly open. With a feeling of unease, Harry saw Stan's eyes move to the scar on Harry's forehead.
Professor Lupin smiled at the look of indignation on every face.
¡°I don't know,¡± said Hermione pensively. ¡°But I really hope Professor Lupin gets better soon¡¡±
¡°Hermione ¡ª what'll happen ¡ª if we don't get back inside before Dumbledore locks the door?¡± Harry panted.
Dudley came waddling down the hall, his blond hair plastered flat to his fat head, a bow tie just visible under his many chins. Aunt Marge thrust the suitcase into Harry's stomach, knocking the wind out of him, seized Dudley in a tight one-armed hug, and planted a large kiss on his cheek.