"This way!" Harry mouthed to the others and, petrified, they began to creep down a long gallery full of suits of armor. They could hear Filch getting nearer. Neville suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run. "RUN!" Harry yelled, and the four of them sprinted down the gallery not looking to see whether Filch was following. Harry in the lead, they ripped through a tapestry. "I think we lost him," Harry panted. Ron looked shocked. Harry shook his head.