i dle it, he didn waer any
old home.... so i told him, after fluffy, a dragon would be easy...”
”and did he -- did he seem ied in fluffy?” harry asked,
try ing to keep his voice calm.
”well -- yeah -- how many three-headed dogs dyeh meet, even
around hogwarts? so i told him, fluffys a piece o cake if yeh
know how to calm him down, jus play him a bit o musi hell
ght off ter sleep --”
hagrid suddenly looked horrified.
”i shouldnta told yeh that!” he blurted et i said
it! hey -- wherere yeh goin?”
harry, ron, and hermione didnt speak to each other at all
uo a halt irance hall, which seemed very
d glrounds.
”weve got to go to dumbledore,” said harry. ”hagrid told
that strao get past fluffy, and it was either snape or
voldemort u cloak -- it mustve been easy, once hed got
hagrid drunk. i just hope dumbledore believes us. fire
back us up if ba stop him. wheres dumbledores office?”
they looked around, as if hoping to see a sign pointing them
i dire. they had old where dumbledore
lived, nor did they know anyone who had beeo see him.
”well just have tan, but a voily rang
across the hall.
”what are y inside?”
it rall, g a large pile of books.
”we want to see professor dumbledore,” said hermioher
bravely, harry and ron thought.
”see professor dumbledore?” prall repeated,
as though this was a very fishy thing to want to do. ”why?”
harry s what?
”its sort of secret,” he said, but he wished at ont,
beagalls nostrils flared.
”professor dumbledore left ten minutes ago,” she said coldly. ”he
re urgent owl from the ministry of magid flew off for
london at once.”
”hes gone?” said harry frantiow?”