They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hurriedly on his robes.
Harry looked around to check that Hermione was well out of earshot.
¡°I still can't believe you didn't tell us about it,¡± said Ron grumpily. ¡°We're supposed to be your friends.¡±
For a fraction of a second he stood, irresolute, in front of Hagrid's door. You must not be seen. But he didn't want to be seen. He wanted to do the seeing¡. He had to know¡
There was a loud and impatient ¡°tuh¡± from behind them. It was Hermione, who had been sitting at the feet of a suit of armor, repacking her bag, which was so full of books it wouldn't close.