“You have until midnight”
The silence swallowed them all again. Every head turned, every eye in the place seemed to have found Harry, to hold him frozen in the glare of thousands of invisible beams, Then a figure rose from the Slytherin table and he recognised Pansy Parkinson as she raised a shaking arm and screamed, “But he’s there! Potter’s there! Someone grab him!”
Before Harry could speak, there was a massive movment. The Gryffindors in front of him had risen and stood facing, not Harry, but the Slytherins. Then the Hufflepuffs stood, and, almost at the same moment, the Ravenclaws, all of them with their backs to Harry, all of them looking towards Pansy instead, and Harry, awestruck and overwhelmed, saw wands emerging from everywhere, pulled from beneath cloaks and from under sleeves.
“Thank you, Miss Parkinson” said Professor McGonagall in a clipped voice. “You will leave the Hall first with Mr Filch.