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"No!" said Harry again, wanting more than ever to leave the room and the heat. "It looks fine, it's - - flying away..."
"Scabbers, it's me, you idiot, it's Ron," Ron hissed.
"You -you've got to hear me out," he croaked. "The rat -- look at the rat --"
Relieved, Harry got up, picked up his bag and turned to go, but then a loud, harsh voice spoke behind him.
"Hagrid, we should've helped as well -- sorry --" Harry began awkwardly.
She had. Hermione returned a quarter of an hour later with the silvery cloak folded carefully under her robes.
Hermione flung her arms around Ron's neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.
Harry, feeling hot from their climb, was just considering taking off the cloak for a few minutes when they heard voices nearby. Someone was climbing toward the house from the other side of the hill; moments later, Malfoy had appeared, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was speaking.
The taunt about his father rang in Harry's ears as though Black had bellowed it. A boiling hate erupted in Harry's chest, leaving no place for fear. For the first time in his life, he wanted his wand back in his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack... to kill. Without knowing what he was doing, he started forward, but there was a sudden movement on either side of him and two pairs of hands grabbed him and held him back.... "No, Harry!" Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black.
"Black! Sirius Black! With a knife!"
"Ron, I don't believe it -- it's Scabbers!"
Then, out of nowhere, something hit Harry so hard across the face he was knocked off his feet again. He heard Hermione shriek with pain and fall too.
"What does it resemble?" whispered Professor Trelawney. "Think, now..."
"Look at him blubber!"
"They can't do this," said Harry. "They can't. Buckbeak isn't dangerous."
The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air. Harry felt his hair fly back off his forehead; his nerves left him in the thrill of the flight; he glanced around, saw Malfoy on his tail, and sped off in search of the Snitch.
"Don't expect me to cover up for you again, Harry. I cannot make you take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them -- gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks."。