"A smaller one," he agrees. They've reached the end of the hall at last: Harry ushers them through the doorway and out to a covered passageway, which opens in turn to the inner courtyard, a cobbled expanse ringed all round by castle towers, but open now to the grey sky. This is busier still than the hall, but they draw less attention amongst the men, carts, horses, a group of young courtiers who seem to be en route to join Neville in the hunt.

"I pray they have not taken all the dogs," Harry mutters as they pass.