“I couldn’t help but overhear that last bit and it occurred to me that you might be the kind of people who could show me the way to platform nine-and-three-quarters.” There, that was innocuous enough, if they weren’t wizards they’d just think he was an idiot. “Why don’t you want to tell me? “Now can anyone tell me why this happened? “I… I … I had to…” Neville stuttered without moving. He tugged on it again. “Thank you sir.” The elf’s voice was a little quaky. “But before the feast.”
“Of course Professor. Saying nothing, he regarded the student before him over steepled fingers. It was most detailed.”
“What!” Malfoy’s voice rose an octave. Harry had the insane urge to get out his juggling balls just to relived his stress but knew he couldn’t, not under all those eyes. Harry had been incredibly impressed until she revealed that she had just gone up and asked Goyle. Death…”
“If I asked you whether your masters were involved?” Dobby tensed like a rod.
