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Harry
set
down
his
goblet
and
was
about
to
turn
back
to
his
bed
when
something
caught
his
eye
.
An
animal
of
some
kind
was
prowling
across
the
silvery
lawn
.
Harry
dashed
to
his
bedside
table
,
snatched
up
his
glasses
,
and
put
them
on
,
then
hurried
back
to
the
window
.
It
could
n't
be
the
Grim
--
not
now
--
not
right
before
the
match
--
He
peered
out
at
the
grounds
again
and
,
after
a
minute
's
frantic
searching
,
spotted
it
.
It
was
skirting
the
edge
of
the
forest
now
...
It
was
n't
the
Grim
at
all
...
it
was
a
cat
...
Harry
clutched
the
window
ledge
in
relief
as
he
recognized
the
bottlebrush
tail
.
It
was
only
Crookshanks
...
Or
was
it
only
Crookshanks
?
Harry
squinted
,
pressing
his
nose
flat
against
the
glass
.
Crookshanks
seemed
to
have
come
to
a
halt
.
Harry
was
sure
he
could
see
something
else
moving
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
too
.
And
just
then
,
it
emerged
--
a
gigantic
,
shaggy
black
dog
,
moving
stealthily
across
the
lawn
,
Crookshanks
trotting
at
its
side
.
Harry
stared
.
What
did
this
mean
?
If
Crookshanks
could
see
the
dog
as
well
,
how
could
it
be
an
omen
of
Harry
's
death
?
"
Ron
!
"
Harry
hissed
.
"
Ron
!
Wake
up
!
"
"
Huh
?
"
"
I
need
you
to
tell
me
if
you
can
see
something
!
"
"
S'all
dark
,
Harry
,
"
Ron
muttered
thickly
.
"
What
're
you
on
about
?
"
