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So
they
put
their
things
away
and
headed
out
of
the
portrait
hole
,
glad
to
meet
nobody
on
their
way
to
the
front
doors
,
as
they
were
n't
entirely
sure
they
were
supposed
to
be
out
.
The
grass
was
still
wet
and
looked
almost
black
in
the
twilight
.
When
they
reached
Hagrid
's
hut
,
they
knocked
,
and
a
voice
growled
,
"
C'min
.
"
Hagrid
was
sitting
in
his
shirtsleeves
at
his
scrubbed
wooden
table
;
his
boarhound
,
Fang
,
had
his
head
in
Hagrid
's
lap
.
One
look
told
them
that
Hagrid
had
been
drinking
a
lot
;
there
was
a
pewter
tankard
almost
as
big
as
a
bucket
in
front
of
him
,
and
he
seemed
to
be
having
difficulty
getting
them
into
focus
.
"
'S
pect
it
's
a
record
,
"
he
said
thickly
,
when
he
recognized
them
.
"
Don
'
reckon
they
've
ever
had
a
teacher
who
lasted
on
'
y
a
day
before
.
"
"
You
have
n't
been
fired
,
Hagrid
!
"
gasped
Hermione
.
"
Not
yet
,
"
said
Hagrid
miserably
,
taking
a
huge
gulp
of
whatever
was
in
the
tankard
.
"
But
's
only
a
matter
o
'
time
,
I
'n'
t
,
after
Malfoy
...
"
"
How
is
he
?
"
said
Ron
as
they
all
sat
down
.
"
It
was
n't
serious
,
was
it
?
"
"
Madam
Pomfrey
fixed
him
best
she
could
,
"
said
Hagrid
dully
,
"
but
he
's
sayin
'
it
's
still
agony
...
covered
in
bandages
...
moanin
'
...
"
"
He
's
faking
it
,
"
said
Harry
at
once
.
"
Madam
Pomfrey
can
mend
anything
.
She
regrew
half
my
bones
last
year
.
Trust
Malfoy
to
milk
it
for
all
it
's
worth
.
"
