He stood frozen still, waiting for the moment that the wizard shrugged, and readjusted himself in his seat again, closing his eyes and joining his snoring colleagues. Harry let out the breath he had been holding - that was close. He turned his attention to the sword again, staring at it hard as if he expected it to suddenly suggest a solution to its own thus far unsuccessful theft to him. Unfortunately, it did not. However, what did happen, was that Harry found his eyes sliding from the sword to the silent Sorting Hat on the shelf below. The silent, unguarded, Sorting Hat.