¡°But I don't say so,¡± said Professor McGonagall, standing up and piling her papers neatly into a drawer. ¡°The form clearly states that the parent or guardian must give permission.¡± She turned to look at him, with an odd expression on her face. Was it pity? ¡°I'm sorry, Potter, but that's my final word. You had better hurry, or you'll be late for your next lesson.¡±
Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first.
Neville didn't need telling twice. He seized the envelope, and holding it before him like a bomb, sprinted out of the hall, while the Slytherin table exploded with laughter at the sight of him. They heard the Howler go off in the entrance hall ¡ª Neville's grandmother's voice, magically magnified to a hundred times its usual volume, shrieking about how he had brought shame on the whole family.