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Tears leaked out of the crinkled corners of Hagrid's beetle-black eyes. He grabbed both Harry and Ron and pulled them into a bone-breaking hug.
"Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
"What's that?" said Hermione.
He jumped down the steps and helped Stan lower his trunk and Hedwig's cage onto the pavement.
"Well done, Harry!" said Hagrid, ecstatic. "Right -- yeh can touch him! Pat his beak, go on!"
"Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?" said Hermione in a very serious voice.
"But then, why would you dread him dying?" said Hermione.
"You won't," snapped Ron. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"
"A load of soggy brown stuff," said Harry. The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid.
"Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us," said Fred and George Weasley together, pretending to blush.
Why didn't You lie, Hermione? You should've said Neville did it all by himself!"
"Righ' then, Harry," said Hagrid. "I reckon he might' let yeh ride him!"
Buckbeak flew him once around the paddock and then headed back to the ground; this was the bit Harry had been dreading; he leaned back as the smooth neck lowered, feeling he was going to slip off over the beak, then felt a heavy thud as the four ill-assorted feet hit the ground. He just managed to hold on and push himself straight again.
"No one?" said Hagrid, with a pleading look.
"How?" said the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
The rain thickened as the train sped yet farther north; the windows were now a solid, shimmering gray, which graduily darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. The train rattled, the rain hammered, the ind roared, but still, Professor Lupin slept.;