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Did
Malfoy
know
something
?
His
father
was
a
Death
Eater
after
all
;
what
if
he
had
information
about
Hagrid
's
fate
that
had
not
yet
reached
the
ears
of
the
Order
?
He
hurried
back
around
the
table
to
Ron
and
Hermione
who
were
squatting
on
the
grass
some
distance
away
and
attempting
to
persuade
a
Bowtruckle
to
remain
still
long
enough
for
them
to
draw
it
.
Harry
pulled
out
parchment
and
quill
,
crouched
down
beside
the
others
and
related
in
a
whisper
what
Malfoy
had
just
said
.
'D
umbledore
would
know
if
something
had
happened
to
Hagrid
,
'
said
Hermione
at
once
.
'
It
's
just
playing
into
Malfoy
's
hands
to
look
worried
;
it
tells
him
we
do
n't
know
exactly
what
's
going
on
.
We
've
got
to
ignore
him
,
Harry
.
Here
,
hold
the
Bowtruckle
for
a
moment
,
just
so
I
can
draw
its
face
...
'
'
Yes
,
'
came
Malfoy
's
clear
drawl
from
the
group
nearest
them
,
'
Father
was
talking
to
the
Minister
just
a
couple
of
days
ago
,
you
know
,
and
it
sounds
as
though
the
Ministry
's
really
determined
to
crack
down
on
sub-standard
teaching
in
this
place
.
So
even
if
that
overgrown
moron
does
show
up
again
,
he
'll
probably
be
sent
packing
straightaway
.
'
'
OUCH
!
'
Harry
had
gripped
the
Bowtruckle
so
hard
that
it
had
almost
snapped
,
and
it
had
just
taken
a
great
retaliatory
swipe
at
his
hand
with
its
sharp
fingers
,
leaving
two
long
deep
cuts
there
.
Harry
dropped
it
.
Crabbe
and
Goyle
,
who
had
already
been
guffawing
at
the
idea
of
Hagrid
being
sacked
,
laughed
still
harder
as
the
Bowtruckle
set
off
at
full
tilt
towards
the
Forest
,
a
little
moving
stick-man
soon
swallowed
up
among
the
tree
roots
.
When
the
bell
echoed
distantly
over
the
grounds
,
Harry
rolled
up
his
blood-stained
Bowtruckle
picture
and
marched
off
to
Herbology
with
his
hand
wrapped
in
Hermione
's
handkerchief
,
and
Malfoy
's
derisive
laughter
still
ringing
in
his
ears
.
'
If
he
calls
Hagrid
a
moron
one
more
time
...
'
said
Harry
through
gritted
teeth
.
'
Harry
,
do
n't
go
picking
a
row
with
Malfoy
,
do
n't
forget
,
he
's
a
prefect
now
,
he
could
make
life
difficult
for
you
...
'
'
Wow
,
I
wonder
what
it
'd
be
like
to
have
a
difficult
life
?
'
said
Harry
sarcastically
.
Ron
laughed
,
but
Hermione
frowned
.
Together
,
they
traipsed
across
the
vegetable
patch
.
The
sky
still
appeared
unable
to
make
up
its
mind
whether
it
wanted
to
rain
or
not
.
'
I
just
wish
Hagrid
would
hurry
up
and
get
back
,
that
's
all
,
'
said
Harry
in
a
low
voice
,
as
they
reached
the
greenhouses
.
'
And
do
n't
say
that
Grubbly-Plank
woman
's
a
better
teacher
!
'
he
added
threateningly
.
