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"
Are
there
many
of
them
in
here
?
"
asked
Hermione
.
"
Oh
,
a
fair
few
...
Keep
themselves
to
themselves
mostly
,
but
they
're
good
enough
about
turnin
'
up
if
ever
I
want
a
word
.
They
're
deep
,
mind
,
centaurs
...
they
know
things
...
jus
'
don
'
let
on
much
.
"
"
D'you
think
that
was
a
centaur
we
heard
earlier
?
"
said
Harry
.
"
Did
that
sound
like
hooves
to
you
?
Nah
,
if
yeh
ask
me
,
that
was
what
's
bin
killin
'
the
unicorns
--
never
heard
anythin
'
like
it
before
.
"
They
walked
on
through
the
dense
,
dark
trees
.
Harry
kept
looking
nervously
over
his
shoulder
.
He
had
the
nasty
feeling
they
were
being
watched
.
He
was
very
glad
they
had
Hagrid
and
his
crossbow
with
them
.
They
had
just
passed
a
bend
in
the
path
when
Hermione
grabbed
Hagrid
's
arm
.
"
Hagrid
!
Look
!
Red
sparks
,
the
others
are
in
trouble
!
"
"
You
two
wait
here
!
"
Hagrid
shouted
.
"
Stay
on
the
path
,
I
'll
come
back
for
yeh
!
"
They
heard
him
crashing
away
through
the
undergrowth
and
stood
looking
at
each
other
,
very
scared
,
until
they
could
n't
hear
anything
but
the
rustling
of
leaves
around
them
.
"
You
do
n't
think
they
've
been
hurt
,
do
you
?
"
whispered
Hermione
.
