About the book: year / - Here you go! - Flitwick said, throwing up his hands. In the middle of the teachers' room, next to the confused spells teacher, a thestral stood calmly and looked at Harry with slight contempt. The thestral looked most arrogant. - Crap! - Harry exhaled with annoyance, looking at the gloomy, bony “face”. - It's Snape! And how similar!