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"
What
did
you
do
?
"
said
Hermione
,
looking
anxious
.
"
Did
you
get
any
work
done
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Lupin
made
me
a
cup
of
tea
in
his
office
.
And
then
Snape
came
in
...
"
He
told
them
all
about
the
goblet
.
Ron
's
mouth
fell
open
.
"
Lupin
drank
it
?
"
he
gasped
.
"
Is
he
mad
?
"
Hermione
checked
her
watch
.
"
We
'd
better
go
down
,
you
know
,
the
feast
'll
be
starting
in
five
minutes
They
hurried
through
the
portrait
hole
and
into
the
crowd
,
still
discussing
Snape
.
"
But
if
he
--
you
know
--
"
Hermione
dropped
her
voice
,
glancing
nervously
around
,
"
if
he
was
trying
to
--
to
poison
Lupin
--
he
would
n't
have
done
it
in
front
of
Harry
.
"
"
Yeah
,
maybe
,
"
said
Harry
as
they
reached
the
entrance
hall
and
crossed
into
the
Great
Hall
.
It
had
been
decorated
with
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
candle-filled
pumpkins
,
a
cloud
of
fluttering
live
bats
,
and
many
flaming
orange
streamers
,
which
were
swimming
lazily
across
the
stormy
ceiling
like
brilliant
watersnakes
.
The
food
was
delicious
;
even
Hermione
and
Ron
,
who
were
full
to
bursting
with
Honeydukes
sweets
,
managed
second
helpings
of
everything
.
Harry
kept
glancing
at
the
staff
table
.
Professor
Lupin
looked
cheerful
and
as
well
as
he
ever
did
;
he
was
talking
animatedly
to
tiny
little
Professor
Flitwick
,
the
Charms
teacher
.
Harry
moved
his
eyes
along
the
table
,
to
the
place
where
Snape
sat
.
Was
he
imagining
it
,
or
were
Snape
's
eyes
flickering
toward
Lupin
more
often
than
was
natural
?
