Crookshanks pulled back his claws, perched on top of the Sorting Hat, and let out an obedient, gentle meow.
"Do me a favor." Harry flicked his wand, and the roll of parchment on the table warped and shifted, transforming into a palm-sized black dog. "If you encounter a black dog—a black dog just like Scabbers—come and let me know."
Crookshanks let out a couple of meows.
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