¡°AND HE WAS WRONG!¡± Harry yelled. ¡°YOU'VE BEEN HELPING HIM ALL THE TIME!¡± He was pointing at Black, who suddenly crossed to the four-poster bed and sank onto it, his face hidden in one shaking hand. Crookshanks leapt up beside him and stepped onto his lap, purring. Ron edged away from both of them, dragging his leg.
The clipping had clearly come out of the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet, because the people in the black-and-white picture were moving. Harry picked up the clipping, smoothed it out, and read:
Black stopped dead. It would have been impossible to say which face showed more hatred.