¡°You'll have to put up a good strong defense, Hagrid,¡± said Hermione, sitting down and laying a hand on Hagrid's massive forearm. ¡°I'm sure you can prove Buckbeak is safe.¡±
The candles all went out at once. The only light now came from the silvery ghosts, who were drifting about talking seriously to the prefects, and the enchanted ceiling, which, like the sky outside, was scattered with stars. What with that, and the whispering that still filled the hall, Harry felt as though he were sleeping outdoors in a light wind.