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Ron
was
about
to
answer
back
when
Professor
Lupin
stirred
.
They
watched
him
apprehensively
,
but
he
simply
turned
his
head
the
other
way
,
mouth
slightly
open
,
and
slept
on
.
The
Hogwarts
Express
moved
steadily
north
and
the
scenery
outside
the
window
became
wilder
and
darker
while
the
clouds
overhead
thickened
overhead
.
People
were
chasing
backwards
and
forwards
past
the
door
of
their
compartment
.
Crookshanks
had
now
settled
in
an
empty
seat
,
his
squashed
face
turned
towards
Ron
,
his
yellow
eyes
on
Ron
's
top
pocket
.
At
one
o'clock
the
plump
witch
with
the
food
cart
arrived
at
the
compartment
door
.
D'you
think
we
should
wake
him
up
?
"
Ron
asked
awkwardly
,
nodding
towards
Professor
Lupin
.
"
He
looks
like
he
could
do
with
some
food
.
"
Hermione
approached
Professor
Lupin
cautiously
.
"
Er
--
Professor
?
"
she
said
.
"
Excuse
me
--
Professor
?
"
He
did
n't
move
.
"
Do
n't
worry
,
dear
,
"
said
the
witch
,
as
she
handed
a
large
stack
of
cauldron
cakes
.
"
If
he
's
hungry
when
he
wakes
,
I
'll
be
up
front
with
the
driver
.
"
"
I
suppose
he
is
asleep
?
"
said
Ron
quietly
,
as
the
witch
slid
the
compartment
door
closed
.
"
I
mean
--
he
has
n't
died
,
has
he
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
he
's
breathing
,
"
whispered
Hermione
,
taking
the
cauldron
cake
Harry
passed
her
.
