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"
I
'm
not
sure
whether
they
hibernate
or
not
,
"
Hagrid
told
the
shivering
class
in
the
windy
pumpkin
patch
next
lesson
.
"
Thought
we
'd
jus
'
try
an
see
if
they
fancied
a
kip
...
we
'll
jus
'
settle
'em
down
in
these
boxes
...
.
"
There
were
now
only
ten
skrewts
left
;
apparently
their
desire
to
kill
one
another
had
not
been
exercised
out
of
them
.
Each
of
them
was
now
approaching
six
feet
in
length
.
Their
thick
gray
armor
;
their
powerful
,
scuttling
legs
;
their
fire-blasting
ends
;
their
stings
and
their
suckers
,
combined
to
make
the
skrewts
the
most
repulsive
things
Harry
had
ever
seen
.
The
class
looked
dispiritedly
at
the
enormous
boxes
Hagrid
had
brought
out
,
all
lined
with
pillows
and
fluffy
blankets
.
"
We
'll
jus
'
lead
'em
in
here
,
"
Hagrid
said
,
"
an
'
put
the
lids
on
,
and
we
'll
see
what
happens
.
"
But
the
skrewts
,
it
transpired
,
did
not
hibernate
,
and
did
not
appreciate
being
forced
into
pillow-lined
boxes
and
nailed
in
.
Hagrid
was
soon
yelling
,
"
Don
panic
,
now
,
don
'
panic
!
"
while
the
skrewts
rampaged
around
the
pumpkin
patch
,
now
strewn
with
the
smoldering
wreckage
of
the
boxes
.
Most
of
the
class
-
Malfoy
,
Crabbe
,
and
Goyle
in
the
lead
-
had
fled
into
Hagrid
's
cabin
through
the
back
door
and
barricaded
themselves
in
;
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
,
however
,
were
among
those
who
remained
outside
trying
to
help
Hagrid
.
Together
they
managed
to
restrain
and
tie
up
nine
of
the
skrewts
,
though
at
the
cost
of
numerous
burns
and
cuts
;
finally
,
only
one
skrewt
was
left
.
"
Don
'
frighten
him
,
now
!
"
Hagrid
shouted
as
Ron
and
Harry
used
their
wands
to
shoot
jets
of
fiery
sparks
at
the
skrewt
,
which
was
advancing
menacingly
on
them
,
its
sting
arched
,
quivering
,
over
its
back
.
"
Jus
'
try
an
slip
the
rope
'
round
his
sting
,
so
he
won
hurt
any
o
'
the
others
!
"
"
Yeah
,
we
would
n't
want
that
!
"
Ron
shouted
angrily
as
he
and
Harry
backed
into
the
wall
of
Hagrid
's
cabin
,
still
holding
the
skrewt
off
with
their
sparks
.
"
Well
,
well
,
well
...
this
does
look
like
fun
.
"
Rita
Skeeter
was
leaning
on
Hagrid
's
garden
fence
,
looking
in
at
the
mayhem
.
She
was
wearing
a
thick
magenta
cloak
with
a
furry
purple
collar
today
,
and
her
crocodile-skin
handbag
was
over
her
arm
.
Hagrid
launched
himself
forward
on
top
of
the
skrewt
that
was
cornering
Harry
and
Ron
and
flattened
it
;
a
blast
of
fire
shot
out
of
its
end
,
withering
the
pumpkin
plants
nearby
.
"
Who
're
you
?
"
Hagrid
asked
Rita
Skeeter
as
he
slipped
a
loop
of
rope
around
the
skrewt
's
sting
and
tightened
it
.
