"Harry," Hermione stalked up to him, shoes squeaking on the marble floors, grabbing his hand and squeezing hard enough for his bones to grind. Neville was with her, nearly trembling. "How are you? Where have you been? How have you not been expelled? Have you met our new Potions teacher? I will say, what Professor Snape said was out of hand, but I don't think you should be threatening teachers Harry. And the explosion. How did you do that?" 