There was a horrible sound from the suit of armor, then an even more horrible sound from the professor.

The knight lurched, metal clanging against metal, and picked the professor straight up off the ground. He must have been at least a meter off the floor! With his legs kicking furiously as if he were running and his arms flailing around trying to free himself from the knight's grip.

Tom picked up his pace, running even faster towards the professor.

Then he realized suddenly that he really didn't know what on earth he planned to do once he got there. What could he do against the enormous suit of enchanted magical armor? Break his arm at it? He stopped running, because he was a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor, and stood there for a moment in indecision.

He decided to do the only thing he could do.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!!"