Harry Potter 03 - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

them. ‘Or have you just been to tell on us?’
    ‘No,’ said Hermione. She was holding a letter in her hands and her lip was trembling. ‘I just thought you ought to know … Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak is going to be executed.’

 
     
– CHAPTER FIFTEEN –
     
The Quidditch Final
    ‘He – he sent me this,’ Hermione said, holding out the letter.
    Harry took it. The parchment was damp, and enormous teardrops had smudged the ink so badly in places that it was very difficult to read.
     
    Dear Hermione,
    We lost. I’m allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed.
    Beaky has enjoyed London.
    I won’t forget all the help you gave us.
    Hagrid
     
    ‘They can’t do this,’ said Harry. ‘They can’t. Buckbeak isn’t dangerous.’
    ‘Malfoy’s dad’s frightened the Committee into it,’ said Hermione, wiping her eyes. ‘You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope … nothing will have changed.’
    ‘Yeah, it will,’ said Ron fiercely. ‘You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.’
    ‘Oh, Ron!’
    Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.
    ‘Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers …’ she sobbed.
    ‘Oh – well – he was old,’ said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. ‘And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.’
    *
    The safety measures imposed on the students since Black’s second break-in made it impossible for Harry, Ron and Hermione to go and visit Hagrid in the evenings. Their only chance of talking to him was during Care of Magical Creatures lessons.
    He seemed numb with shock at the verdict.
    ‘’S all my fault. Got all tongue-tied. They was all sittin’ there in black robes an’ I kep’ droppin’ me notes and forgettin’ all them dates yeh looked up fer me, Hermione. An’ then Lucius Malfoy stood up an’ said his bit, and the Committee jus’ did exac’ly what he told ’em …’
    ‘There’s still the appeal!’ said Ron fiercely. ‘Don’t give up yet, we’re working on it!’
    They were walking back up to the castle with the rest of the class. Ahead they could see Malfoy, who was walking with Crabbe and Goyle, and kept looking back, laughing derisively.
    ‘’S no good, Ron,’ said Hagrid sadly as they reached the castle steps. ‘That Committee’s in Lucius Malfoy’s pocket. I’m jus’ gonna make sure the rest o’ Beaky’s time is the happiest he’s ever had. I owe him that …’
    Hagrid turned round and hurried back towards his cabin, his face buried in his handkerchief.
    ‘Look at him blubber!’
    Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening.
    ‘Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?’ said Malfoy. ‘And he’s supposed to be our teacher!’
    Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy, but Hermione got there first – SMACK!
    She had slapped Malfoy around the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
    ‘Don’t you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul – you evil –’
    ‘Hermione!’ said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
    ‘Get off, Ron!’
    Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backwards. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
    ‘C’mon,’ Malfoy muttered, and next moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
    ‘ Hermione!’ Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed.
    ‘Harry, you’d better beat him in the Quidditch final!’ Hermione said shrilly. ‘You just better had, because I can’t stand it if Slytherin win!’
    ‘We’re due in Charms,’ said Ron, still goggling at Hermione. ‘We’d better go.’
    They hurried up the marble staircase towards Professor Flitwick’s classroom.
    ‘You’re late, boys!’ said Professor Flitwick reprovingly, as Harry opened the classroom door. ‘Come along, quickly, wands out, we’re experimenting with Cheering Charms today. We’ve already divided into pairs –’
    Harry and Ron hurried to a desk at the back and opened their bags. Ron