of my books so he e and have a good laugh at
me. he kept threatening to tell her what really bit me -- ive told
her it was a dog, but i dont think she believes me -i shouldnt
have hit him at the quidditch match, thats why hes doing this.”
harry aried to down.
”itll all be over at midnight on saturday,” said hermione,
but this didnt soothe ron at all. orary, he sat bolt
upright ao a sweat.
”midnight on saturday!” he said in a hoarse voio oh
no -- ive just remembered -- charlies letter was in that book
malfoy took, hes going to know were getting rid of .”
harry and hermione did a somfrey
came over at that moment ahem leave, saying ron needed
sleep.
”its too late to ge the plan now,” harry told hermione. ”we
havent got time to seher owl, and this could be
our o rid of . well have to risk it. and
we have got the invisibility alfoy doesnt know about that.”
they found fang, the boarhound, sittih a bandaged
tail wheell hagrid, who opened a window to talk
to them.
”i wo you in,” he puffed. ”s at a tricky stage --
nothin i t handle.”
wheold him about charlies letter, his eyes filled with
tears, although that might have bee had just bitten
him on the leg.
”aargh! its all right, he only got my boot -- jus playin --
hes only a baby, after all.”
the baby baail on the wall, making the windows
rattle. harry and hermioo the castle feeling saturday
t e quiough.
they would have felt srid wheime came for
him to say good-bye to hey hadnt been so worried
about what they had to do. it was a very dark, ight, and
they were a bit late arriving at hagrids hut because theyd had
to eeves to get out of their way irance hall,
where hed been playing tennis against the wall. hagrid had