¡°Well, as we haven't got one anymore,¡± said Mr. Weasley, ¡°and as I work there, they're doing me a favor¡¡±
¡°But Peter got wind of what was going on and ran for it.¡± croaked Black. ¡°This cat ¡ª Crookshanks, did you call him? ¡ª told me Peter had left blood on the sheets¡I supposed he bit himself¡Well, faking his own death had worked once.¡±
¡°Listen, Hagrid,¡± he said, ¡°you can't give up. Hermione's right, You just need a good defense. You can call us as witnesses ¡ª¡±
Hermione put her hands on Buckbeak's back and Harry gave her a leg up. Then he placed his foot on one of the lower branches of the bush and climbed up in front of her. He pulled Buckbeak's rope back over his neck and tied it to the other side of his collar like reins.
¡°I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself¡¡®There's no ¡®arm in ¡®im, ¡®onest ¡ª'¡That Hippogriff's as good as dead ¡ª¡±
¡°What's wrong with him?¡±