Chapter 33: Dungeon of Love “Se — Professor!” Harry gasped in surprise, and the man grunted in return. “Potter. I shall require your presence downstairs. Not immediately. After supper.” Harry could not fail to notice the man was particularly pale, his eyes dark and large and glittering. Afraid. His hands were tightening at the knuckles, and then relaxing, and then tightening again as they hung at his sides. It was as though he were a gunfighter, and expected, and any moment, a voice... read more
