"Fizzing Whizzbee," he said firmly. The gargoyle didn’t move, and Harry’s heart sank like a lead balloon. Now what? Was he meant to turn around empty handed? After all the effort the twins had gone too? No - he needed to make the most of the distraction while he had it. He rocked back on his heels and peered up to the hole in the floor above where the office’s rising spiral staircase would fit perfectly, if the gargoyle would just move.