His thoughts raced.
Harry exchanged a glance with Dean and Ron. They looked even more tempted than he was—though that went without saying for Ron. He had made a huge sacrifice tonight, and he wouldn't oppose anything related to the club.
As for Dean—Harry had never known that his roommate was unexpectedly bold—or reckless.
He didn't hesitate for a second. "Come on, let's go!"
He pushed Harry toward the door, eager to barge inside.
Fortunately, Harry hadn't lost his head. He knew the Invisibility Cloak wasn't all that safe; at the very least, it couldn't block out sound.
After much effort, he finally got them to quiet down. They huddled together beneath the cloak and crept toward the ajar door.
When the light spilling through the doorway seemed to "pierce" the thin, transparent Invisibility Cloak like shards of golden light, Harry had the vague feeling that he'd forgotten something.
Poor Neville was squeezed between him, Seamus, Dean, and Ron.
"..."
As they neared the door, Harry grew increasingly tense. He soon forgot that fleeting sense of unease and focused all his attention on treading softly, determined not to make a sound.
There were four Heads of House behind that door, along with the possibility that a Hogwarts Board of Governors member might spot them. If they were discovered, the five of them would be done for!
The closer they got, the clearer the muffled hubbub inside became. When Harry and the others finally crept through the doorway, it was as if they had crossed some kind of barrier. The voices that had been indistinct a moment earlier suddenly grew loud, pouring into their ears.
"...Don't try to cozy up to me by acting like some old friend. I'm not falling for it!"
Harry looked up. The room before him had