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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Hagrid
's
reappearance
at
the
staff
table
at
breakfast
next
day
was
not
greeted
by
enthusiasm
from
all
students
.
Some
,
like
Fred
,
George
and
Lee
,
roared
with
delight
and
sprinted
up
the
aisle
between
the
Gryffindor
and
Hufflepuff
tables
to
wring
Hagrid
's
enormous
hand
;
others
,
like
Parvati
and
Lavender
,
exchanged
gloomy
looks
and
shook
their
heads
.
Harry
knew
that
many
of
them
preferred
Professor
Grubbly-Planks
lessons
,
and
the
worst
of
it
was
that
a
very
small
,
unbiased
part
of
him
knew
that
they
had
good
reason
:
Grubbly-Plank
's
idea
of
an
interesting
class
was
not
one
where
there
was
a
risk
that
somebody
might
have
their
head
ripped
off
.
It
was
with
a
certain
amount
of
apprehension
that
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
headed
down
to
Hagrid
's
on
Tuesday
,
heavily
muffled
against
the
cold
.
Harry
was
worried
,
not
only
about
what
Hagrid
might
have
decided
to
teach
them
,
but
also
about
how
the
rest
of
the
class
,
particularly
Malfoy
and
his
cronies
,
would
behave
if
Umbridge
was
watching
them
.
However
,
the
High
Inquisitor
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
as
they
struggled
through
the
snow
towards
Hagrid
,
who
stood
waiting
for
them
on
the
edge
of
the
Forest
.
He
did
not
present
a
reassuring
sight
;
the
bruises
that
had
been
purple
on
Saturday
night
were
now
tinged
with
green
and
yellow
and
some
of
his
cuts
still
seemed
to
be
bleeding
.
Harry
could
not
understand
this
:
had
Hagrid
perhaps
been
attacked
by
some
creature
whose
venom
prevented
the
wounds
it
inflicted
from
healing
?
As
though
to
complete
the
ominous
picture
,
Hagrid
was
carrying
what
looked
like
half
a
dead
cow
over
his
shoulder
.
'
We
're
workin
'
in
here
today
!
'
Hagrid
called
happily
to
the
approaching
students
,
jerking
his
head
back
at
the
dark
trees
behind
him
.
'
Bit
more
sheltered
!
Anyway
,
they
prefer
the
dark
.
'
'
What
prefers
the
dark
?
'
Harry
heard
Malfoy
say
sharply
to
Crabbe
and
Goyle
,
a
trace
of
panic
in
his
voice
.
'
What
did
he
say
prefers
the
dark
--
did
you
hear
?
'
Harry
remembered
the
only
other
occasion
on
which
Malfoy
had
entered
the
Forest
before
now
;
he
had
not
been
very
brave
then
,
either
.
He
smiled
to
himself
;
after
the
Quidditch
match
anything
that
caused
Malfoy
discomfort
was
all
right
with
him
.
'Re
ady
?
'
said
Hagrid
cheerfully
,
looking
around
at
the
class
.
'
Right
,
well
,
I
've
bin
savin
'
a
trip
inter
the
Forest
fer
yer
fifth
year
.
Thought
we
'd
go
an
'
see
these
creatures
in
their
natural
habitat
.
Now
,
what
we
're
studyin
'
today
is
pretty
rare
,
I
reckon
I
'm
probably
the
on
'
y
person
in
Britain
who
's
managed
ter
train
'em
.
'
'
And
you
're
sure
they
're
trained
,
are
you
?
'
said
Malfoy
,
the
panic
in
his
voice
even
more
pronounced
.
'
Only
it
would
n't
be
the
first
time
you
'd
brought
wild
stuff
to
class
,
would
it
?
'
