The girl stepped into his way out of nowhere.
Harry gulped. Green trimmings on robes never bode well for him.
She opened her mouth, and he braced himself for another accusation. The whole school treated him as if he were the next dark wizard after the disaster at the Duelling Club.
"I know you didn't sic the snake on Finch-Fletchley," the girl said.
He looked at her with wide eyes. What?
"How—how would you know that?"
"Use your brain, Potter, I know you have one," she said over her shoulder and disappeared down the stairs that led to the dungeons.