On Halloween afternoon, Harry finished his homework unusually early-apart from Ancient Runes.
Why apart from Ancient Runes? Because there was no set amount of homework for Ancient Runes. They simply had to master as many of the symbols they had been taught as possible.
The standard for mastery was being able to make them glow at least faintly.
Harry seemed to have picked up a few tricks lately. Over the past few days, he had mastered five or six symbols, instantly becoming the best student in class apart from Hermione, Daphne, and Padma.
So Harry rewarded himself with an afternoon out wandering around.
Harry had originally wanted to visit Hagrid, but he unexpectedly ran into Remus Professor Lupin in the corridor.
"Good afternoon, Professor," Harry greeted him at once.
"Good afternoon, Harry. Where are you off to?" To Harry's slight surprise, Professor Lupin looked rather weak, and his face had returned to its previous, somewhat sickly pallor.
"I was going to see Hagrid. Are you all right, Professor? You don't look very well," Harry asked with concern.
Although Professor Lupin had yet to seek him out, Harry still liked him very much. That was simply because this professor taught well.
"I see. Hmm... Harry, if you don't mind, would you like to come and sit with me for a while? I only have tea, though, and you might not be particularly fond of tea right now."
Harry really did dislike tea.
That was because, during Divination at the very start of term, the tea leaves in his cup had formed the shape of the Grim. Then, yesterday, he had seen the Grim with his own eyes in Hogsmeade.
There was no question about it: the one with such a big mouth, who blurted out every last thing, was of course