i bet youll thi breaking a schain,
wont you, eh?” he said, leering at them. ”oh yes... hard work and
paieachers if you ask me.... its just a pity they
let the old pus die out... hang you by your wrists from the
g for a few days, ive got the s still in my office, keep
em well oiled iheyre ever needed.... right, off we go, and
dont think off, now, itll be worse for you if you do.”
they marched off across the dark grounds.
sniffing. harry woheir pu was goi
must be something really horrible, or filt be sounding
so delighted.
the mht, but clouds sg across it kept throwing
them into darkness. ahead, harry could see the lighted windows of
hagrids hut. then they heard a distant shout.
”is that you, filch? hurry up, i waed.”
harrys heart rose; if they were going t with hagrid
it wouldnt be so bad. his relief must have showed in his -face,
because filch said, ”i suppose you think youll be enjoying yourself
with that oaf? well, think again, boy -- its i youre
going and im much mistaken if youll all e out in one piece.”
at this, a little moan, and malfoy stopped dead
in his tracks.
”the forest?” he repeated, and he didnt sound quite as cool
as usual. ”we t ght -- theres all sorts of
things in there -- werewolves, i heard.”
ched the sleeve of harrys robe and made a g
noise.
”thats your problem, isnt it?” said filch, his v
with glee. ”shouldve thought of them werewolves befot in
trouble, shouldnt you?”
hagrid came striding toward them out at his
heel. he was g his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows
hung over his shoulder.
”abou time,” he said. ”i bin waitin fer half an hour
already. all right, harry, hermione?”
”i shouldoo friendly to them,