Harry swore under his breath. He had always liked Percy least of Ron's brothers, but he had never imagined he would say such things to Mr. Weasley.
“I told Sirius about my scar,” said Harry, shrugging. “I'm waiting for his answer.”
When the nuns were present at services where their rule enjoined silence, the public was warned of their presence only by the folding seats of the stalls noisily rising and falling.
“So we're just going to let Pettigrew escape all over again…” said Harry quietly.
No trace of the disorder of the night before last remained.