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"Go on, then'" roared Hagrid, slapping the hippogriffs hindquarters.
"And last," Fred muttered under his breath.
"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," said Malfoy. "Did your mother die of shock?"
"What do we want to be prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life."
"Coming through, coming through!" Percy called from behind the crowd. "The new password's 'Fortuna Major'!"
Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.
"Me," said Harry, finally.
"I'm afraid not, Potter," she said. "You heard what I said. No form, no visiting the village. That's the rule."
"They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises -- or even Invisibility Cloaks," he added blandly, and Harry and Ron glanced at each other. "It is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors," he said.
"Yes," said Harry, "I need --"
A loud snap made them all jump. Professor Lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.
"The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing.
Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but at that moment Crookshanks leapt lightly onto her lap. A large, dead spider was dangling from his mouth.
Ernie suddenly shivered.
"How do we open our books?" Malfoy repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope. Other people took theirs out too; some, like Harry, had belted their book shut; others had crammed them inside tight bags or clamped them together with binder clips.
Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.