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"
He
's
tried
,
"
said
Hagrid
.
"
He
's
got
no
power
ter
overrule
the
Committee
.
He
told
'em
Buckbeak
's
all
right
,
but
they
're
scared
...
Yeh
know
what
Lucius
Malfoy
's
like
...
threatened
'em
,
I
expect
...
an
'
the
executioner
,
Macnair
,
he
's
an
old
pal
o
'
Malfoy
's
...
but
it
'll
be
quick
an
'
clean
...
an
'
I
'll
be
beside
him
...
.
"
Hagrid
swallowed
.
His
eyes
were
darting
all
over
the
cabin
as
though
looking
for
some
shred
of
hope
or
comfort
.
"
Dumbledore
's
gon
na
come
down
while
it
--
while
it
happens
.
Wrote
me
this
mornin
'
.
Said
he
wants
ter
--
ter
be
with
me
.
Great
man
,
Dumbledore
...
.
"
Hermione
,
who
had
been
rummaging
in
Hagrid
's
cupboard
for
another
milk
jug
,
let
out
a
small
,
quickly
stifled
sob
.
She
straightened
up
with
the
new
jug
in
her
hands
,
fighting
back
tears
.
"
We
'll
stay
with
you
too
,
Hagrid
,
"
she
began
,
but
Hagrid
shook
his
shaggy
head
.
"
Yeh
're
ter
go
back
up
ter
the
castle
.
I
told
yeh
,
I
don
'
wan
'
yeh
watchin
'
.
An
'
yeh
shouldn
'
be
down
here
anyway
...
If
Fudge
an
'
Dumbledore
catch
yeh
out
without
permission
,
Harry
,
yeh
'll
be
in
big
trouble
.
"
Silent
tears
were
now
streaming
down
Hermione
's
face
,
but
she
hid
them
from
Hagrid
,
bustling
around
making
tea
.
Then
,
as
she
picked
up
the
milk
bottle
to
pour
some
into
the
jug
,
she
let
out
a
shriek
.
"
Ron
,
I
do
n't
believe
it
--
it
's
Scabbers
!
"
Ron
gaped
at
her
.
