    Quirrell snapped his fingers, and ropes appeared out of nowhere to wrap around Harry. They crossed his chest, trapped his arms against his sides, and even started on his legs. Harry stiffened automatically, Erus doing her best to ease his tension as subtly as she could. At least this time she was here. Harry would never forget the fear and anger that had rendered him mute and helpless the first time one of Dudley’s gang had decided skipping ropes could be used for something other than skipping.