The world came crashing down then. The air was sucked out of Harry’s lungs, making him unable to breathe. Every eye was on him as Hermione, with some effort given his recent growth, pushed him up onto his feet and forced him to walk to the staff table. Nobody smiled, nobody spoke. If the silence was so strong that a pin dropping could have been heard. Mechanically, Harry’s legs carried him over to the staff table. He spotted Cho briefly, and it pained him to see that she had no expression on her face. No pride, no worry, just nothing.