Seeing the state of Harris's box, Sirius Black, who was hurrying toward it, was burning with anxiety. He was at the curve of the oval Dueling Arena's stands, and after a futile attempt at Apparition failed, he looked in frustration at the pale-green magical energy around him. This spot was too close to the assassination site in the Dueling Arena, and these stands had also been covered by Allen's Dimensional Lock.
Sirius shoved aside the wizards blocking his way. Like a fish swimming against the current, he forced his way back through the crowd with difficulty, though his gaze kept flicking toward Harris's box as he tried to search through the viewing window. Failing to find the person he hoped to see, he grew even more worried and looked away, wanting to keep pushing on—the only thing that gave him a little comfort was noticing that Kingsley and Mad-Eye, because their previous positions had actually been farther away, had now used Apparition to reach the vicinity of the box.
"Oh, sorry... excuse me, let me through! Good heavens, watch your feet!" a high, anxious voice rang out beside Sirius Black.
"Professor Flitwick?!!!" Sirius Black looked down, then quickly yanked aside a wizard who had not seen Professor Flitwick and had nearly stepped on him. "I heard from Harry that Hogwarts wasn't allowing anyone to leave school today. How did you get here?"
After being pulled up by Sirius Black, Professor Flitwick, who already had a shoeprint on his shoulder and looked rather disheveled, also seemed to let out a breath of relief. He even seized the spare moment to clean himself up with wandless magic.
"Mr. Black, I entrusted the students to Minerva. Don't worry, Harry and the others are staying at Hogwarts and are very safe," Professor Flitwick said