As though an invisible hand was writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map. "Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business." Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first. "Mr Prongs agrees with Mr Moony and would like to add that Pro fessor Snape is an ugly git." It would have been very funny if the situation hadn't been so serious. And there was more... "Mr Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a Professor." Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd opened them, the map had had its last word. "Mr Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball." Harry waited for the blow to fall. "So..." said Snape softly. "We'll see about this..." He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames. "Lupin!" Snape called into the fire. "I want a word!" Utterly bewildered, Harry stared at the fire. A large shape had appeared in it, revolving very fast. Seconds later, Professor Lupin was clambering out of the fireplace, brushing ash off his shabby robes. "You called, Severus?" said Lupin mildly.

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