The incessant scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch that Scabbers made as he attempted yet another short-lived escape from his ever watchful eyes was driving him absolutely crazy.
He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that something was not right about this rat which dwelt in the boys' dormitory.
It smelt oddly human and Crookshanks was going to get to the bottom of it.
Hermione was not the only one gifted with a keen sensibility and sound mind.
He, even if it did seem a bit prideful, was half-kneazle after all, not an ordinary cat by any stretch of the imagination.
