The background babble stilled further.
Nobody raised their voice to shout anything at him, in particular not,
"Oh, Merlin," somebody said from nearby, and then the background babble started up again, taking on a new and excited tone.
Harry stared down at his hands, shutting out the yammering and tried to think, think,
Susan Bones and a redheaded boy with a battered-looking wand both shoved their way through the crowd to Harry at the same time.
"We've got to let the Professors know somehow -"
"We've got to go find her -"
"We'll go off and
"Are you nuts? There's already Professors searching the hallways, what makes you think we've got any better chance than them of running across General Granger? Only
It was odd, how sometimes hearing bad ideas made the right idea obvious by contrast.
"
People turned to look.
"
Harry's throat ached after that, but he had everyone's attention.
"I have a broomstick," Harry said as loudly as he could manage with his throat still hurting. He'd remembered Azkaban, and the broomstick which had only sat two, when he'd requested one that could carry three. "It's a 3- seater. I need one seventh-year from the armies to come with me. We're going to fly through the hallways as fast as possible looking for Hermione Granger, pick her up, and come back immediately. Who's with me?"
The Great Hall became entirely silent, then.
Students glanced at each other uneasily. The younger students looked expectantly at the older students, while they in turn turned to look at the students who were guarding the perimeter. Most of those were staring straight ahead, pointing their wands just in case the troll picked that moment to burst through a wall.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Harry Potter spoke again. "We're not going to
People went on looking at other people.
Harry stared at the silent crowd, the dozen seventh-years looking sternly outward, feeling the coldness coming over him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Professor Quirrell was laughing scornfully and mocking the idea that ordinary fools would ever do something useful of their own will, without a wand pointed at their heads...
The standard remedy for bystander apathy was to focus on a single individual. "All right," Harry said, trying to keep the commanding voice of the Boy-Who-Lived who didn't doubt obedience. "Miss Morgan, come with me, now. We've got no time to waste."
The witch he'd named turned from where she'd been staring steadily out at the perimeter, her expression aghast for the one second before her face closed up.
"The Deputy Headmistress ordered us all to stay
It took an effort for Harry to unclench his teeth. "Professor Quirrell didn't say that and neither did you. Professor McGonagall isn't a tactician, she didn't think to check if we had missing students and
"I'd expect the Professor to say she'd not wish any more students roaming the halls. The Professor said if anyone left for any reason, they'd be expelled. Maybe
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Professor Quirrell was just laughing at him. Expecting some