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"
The
forest
?
"
he
repeated
,
and
he
did
n't
sound
quite
as
cool
as
usual
.
"
We
ca
n't
go
in
there
at
night
--
there
's
all
sorts
of
things
in
there
--
werewolves
,
I
heard
.
"
Neville
clutched
the
sleeve
of
Harry
's
robe
and
made
a
choking
noise
.
"
That
's
your
problem
,
is
n't
it
?
"
said
Filch
,
his
voice
cracking
with
glee
.
"
Should
've
thought
of
them
werewolves
before
you
got
in
trouble
,
should
n't
you
?
"
Hagrid
came
striding
toward
them
out
of
the
dark
,
Fang
at
his
heel
.
He
was
carrying
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
should
n't
be
too
friendly
to
them
,
Hagrid
,
"
said
Filch
coldly
,
they
're
here
to
be
punished
,
after
all
.
"
"
That
's
why
yer
late
,
is
it
?
"
said
Hagrid
,
frowning
at
Filch
.
"
Bin
lecturin
'
them
,
eh
?
'S
not
your
place
ter
do
that
.
Yeh
've
done
yer
bit
,
I
'll
take
over
from
here
.
"
"
I
'll
be
back
at
dawn
,
"
said
Filch
,
"
for
what
's
left
of
them
,
"
he
added
nastily
,
and
he
turned
and
started
back
toward
the
castle
,
his
lamp
bobbing
away
in
the
darkness
.
Malfoy
now
turned
to
Hagrid
.
"
I
'm
not
going
in
that
forest
,
"
he
said
,
and
Harry
was
pleased
to
hear
the
note
of
panic
in
his
voice
.
