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Without
warning
,
twelve-foot
wings
flapped
open
on
either
side
of
Harry
,
he
just
had
time
to
seize
the
Hippogriff
around
the
neck
before
he
was
soaring
upward
.
It
was
nothing
like
a
broomstick
,
and
Harry
knew
which
one
he
preferred
;
the
Hippogriff
's
wings
beat
uncomfortably
on
either
side
of
him
,
catching
him
under
his
legs
and
making
him
feel
he
was
about
to
be
thrown
off
;
the
glossy
feathers
slipped
under
his
fingers
and
he
did
n't
dare
get
a
stronger
grip
;
instead
of
the
smooth
action
of
his
Nimbus
Two
Thousand
,
he
now
felt
himself
rocking
backward
and
forward
as
the
hindquarters
of
the
Hippogriff
rose
and
fell
with
its
wings
.
Buckbeak
flew
him
once
around
the
paddock
and
then
headed
back
to
the
ground
;
this
was
the
bit
Harry
had
been
dreading
;
he
leaned
back
as
the
smooth
neck
lowered
,
feeling
he
was
going
to
slip
off
over
the
beak
,
then
felt
a
heavy
thud
as
the
four
ill-assorted
feet
hit
the
ground
.
He
just
managed
to
hold
on
and
push
himself
straight
again
.
"
Good
work
,
Harry
!
"
roared
Hagrid
as
everyone
except
Malfoy
,
Crabbe
,
and
Goyle
cheered
.
"
Okay
,
who
else
wants
a
go
?
"
Emboldened
by
Harry
's
success
,
the
rest
of
the
class
climbed
cautiously
into
the
paddock
.
Hagrid
untied
the
Hippogriffs
one
by
one
,
and
soon
people
were
bowing
nervously
,
all
over
the
paddock
.
Neville
ran
repeatedly
backward
from
his
,
which
did
n't
seem
to
want
to
bend
its
knees
.
Ron
and
Hermione
practiced
on
the
chestnut
,
while
Harry
watched
.
Malfoy
,
Crabbe
,
and
Goyle
had
taken
over
Buckbeak
.
He
had
bowed
to
Malfoy
,
who
was
now
patting
his
beak
,
looking
disdainful
.
"
This
is
very
easy
,
"
Malfoy
drawled
,
loud
enough
for
Harry
to
,
hear
him
.
"
I
knew
it
must
have
been
,
if
Potter
could
do
it
...
I
bet
you
're
not
dangerous
at
all
,
are
you
?
"
he
said
to
the
Hippogriff
.
"
Are
you
,
you
great
ugly
brute
?
"
It
happened
in
a
flash
of
steely
talons
;
Malfoy
let
out
a
high
pitched
scream
and
next
moment
,
Hagrid
was
wrestling
Buckbeak
back
into
his
collar
as
he
strained
to
get
at
Malfoy
,
who
lay
curled
in
the
grass
,
blood
blossoming
over
his
robes
.
"
I
'm
dying
!
"
Malfoy
yelled
as
the
class
panicked
.
"
I
'm
dying
,
look
at
me
!
It
's
killed
me
!
"
"
Yer
not
dyin
'
!
"
said
Hagrid
,
who
had
gone
very
white
.
"
Someone
help
me
--
got
ta
get
him
outta
here
--
"
