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"It was either a very big cat or quite a small tiger," said Harry.
There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffle (a red, soccer-sized ball) through one of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each
Ginny, who was huddled in her corner looking nearly as bad as Harry felt, gave a small sob; Hermione went over and put a comforting arm around her.
"I am Cornelius Fudge, Harry. The Minister of Magic."
"You won't," snapped Ron. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"
"C'mon!" Hagrid said angrily. "I'm takin' yer all back up ter school, an' don' let me catch yeh walkin' down ter see me after dark again. I'm not worth that!"
"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sit."
"Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck," he said. "Want to leave it to the dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself."
"Good man, Harry!" roared Hagrid. "Right then -- let's see how yeh get on with Buckbeak."
There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there was a small pop, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm.
"Right then, Neville," said Stan, clapping his hands, where abouts in London?"
Percy and Ginny suddenly appeared behind Harry. They were panting and had apparently taken the barrier at a run.
"An ordinary common or garden rat like this can't be expected to live longer than three years or so," said the witch. "Now, if you were looking for something a bit more hard-wearing, you might like one of these --"
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice.
"What's she talking about?" he said to Harry. "She hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet."