When Bunce, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be telling a very interesting story to a large group of Slytherins. As they passed, Malfoy made a ridiculous pretense of fainting, which elicited a burst of laughter from the Slytherins.
"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was walking beside Harry."Just ignore him, it's not worth it."
"Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Hopkins, a Slytherin girl with a face like a poodle. "Potter! The dementors are here, Potter! Hehe, hehehe!"
"It's not your fault that you're ugly. It's your fault that you're ugly and still come out to meet people.”Bance said earnestly.
Slytherin was speechless.
Bunce followed Harry to a seat at the Gryffindor table, right next to George Weasley.
"How are you? George, Fred." Bangs said with a smile as he sat down.
"What do you think?" said George.
"Great, mate." said Fred.
"Oh, yes, the new third-year timetable.”said George, handing them around.”he asked, seeing Harry's pale face.
"Malfoy," said Ron, looking back at the Slytherin table.
George looked up just in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint again.
"That little fool," he said calmly."He wasn't this cocky when the dementor came to the carriage last night. Scared into our compartment, didn't you, Fred?”
"I almost peed myself." said Fred contemptuously.
"I'm not particularly happy myself," said George."Those dementors are horrible things."
"Looks like your insides are frozen, doesn't it?”said Fred.
"But you didn't faint, did you?”Harry whispered.
"Forget it, Harry," said George encouragingly."My dad went to Azkaban once, remember, Fred? He said it was the worst place he had ever been. He came back weak and shaking. They suck all the joy out of a place, these dementors. Most of the prisoners went crazy there.”
"Anyway, we'll see what Malfoy looks like after his first Quidditch match.”said Fred."Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first match of the season, remember?”
Hermione was looking at her new timetable.
"Wow, okay, there are a few new classes today.”she said happily.
"Hermione," said Ron, frowning over her shoulder at the timetable,"they've messed up your schedule. You see-they've scheduled you for ten classes a day. We don't have enough time."
"I will think of a way. I've already spoken to Professor McGonagall.”said Hermione.
"Harry, try this plate of sausages, I think it's pretty good.”Bunce suggested to Harry.
"It's indeed not bad." said Harry, forking his sausage.
"Come and watch, all of you," said Ron, laughing."See this morning's lesson? Nine o'clock, divination. Next, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies, and-"Ron drew closer to the schedule, unable to believe it-" look-down here, Arithmetic Divination, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's this good, how are you going to take three classes at once?”
"Don't be silly," said Hermione irritably."Of course I can't have three classes at once.”
"Well, then-"
"Pass me the jam, Bunce," said Hermione.
"You should have added the word 'please'.”said Bunce, putting the jam into Hermione's hand.
"Alright, alright,'please' is fine.”said Hermione irritably.
"But-" said Ron persistently.
"Ron, what's it to you that my schedule's a little full?”snapped Hermione. "I'm telling you, Professor McGonagall and I are all set.”
"I'm just curious." Ron muttered.
Just then, Hagrid entered the entrance hall. He was wearing a moleskin coat and waving a dead chicken ferret absent-mindedly in one large hand.
"Is everything alright?" he said eagerly, pausing halfway to the teachers 'table. "You're going to have my first lesson! After lunch! I got up at five o'clock and got everything done. I hope that I'm a normal person and I'm a teacher. To be honest,"
He grinned at them and walked over to the teachers 'desk, still waving the dead chicken ferret.
"I wonder what he's preparing?" said Ron, sounding a little anxious.
The Great Hall was beginning to empty as people left for their first lesson. Ron checked his timetable.
"Let's go. Look, Divination is on top of the north tower. We have to walk for ten minutes to get there."
They finished their breakfast in a hurry, said goodbye to Fred and George, and walked back through the Great Hall. As they passed the Slytherin table, Malfoy pretended to faint again.
It was a long way from the castle to the north tower. Though they had been at Hogwarts for two years, they were still unfamiliar with the castle, and they had never been inside the north tower before.
"There's-there's-a-shortcut.”Ron panted as they climbed the eighth flight of stairs to an unfamiliar landing where there was nothing but a large painting of a meadow hanging on the stone wall.
"I think we should go this way." said Hermione, peering down the passage on the right.
"No way," said Ron."This is South. Look, you can see a corner of the lake from the window.”
Bunce looked at the painting. A fat, dark-gray striped pony had just jumped into the grass with ease and was grazing as if nothing had happened. After a while, a short, fat knight in armor came into the picture with a clattering sound, looking for his pony. Judging from the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off his horse.
"Aha!" he shouted, looking at Bunce and the others."Who's the scoundrel who's trespassing on my private property? Are you laughing at my accidental fall? Draw your swords, you scoundrels and dogs!”
"How are you, Cadogan?" Bangs asked with a smile.
"What are you talking about, you rascal? I'm obviously Sir Cadogan.”The knight drew his sword and waved it fiercely. But the sword was too long for him, and a particularly large swing caused him to lose his balance, and he fell face-first onto the grass.
"Listen, we're looking for the north tower. I hope you can lead the way.”Bance said.
"Search!" The knight stood up and shouted,""Come, follow me, dear friends, we will find our target, or we will die bravely in the charge!”
He wanted to pull out the sword that was stuck in the ground, but he failed. He wanted to get on the fat pony, but he failed. He could only helplessly call out,"Then let's walk. Three gentlemen and this lady, move forward! Forward!"
So he ran, clattering, to the left of the frame and out of sight.
They hurried along the corridor after him, following his clanking. Every now and then they saw him run past a painting in front of him.
"Be brave, there are worse things ahead!”cried the knight, and they saw him reappear in front of a group of frightened women in lined garments whose portraits hung on the wall of a narrow spiral staircase.
Panting, Bunce and the others climbed the whirling staircase, feeling more and more dizzy, until they heard the buzzing of voices overhead and knew they were in the classroom.
"Goodbye!" cried the knight, poking his head into a picture of several sinister-looking monks. "Goodbye, my comrades! If you need a noble heart and steel-like muscles, don't forget to call me Sir Cadogan!”
"Yeah, we'll call you," Ron muttered, as the knight vanished."If we need some lunatic or something.”
They climbed the last flight of stairs and onto a small landing where most of the class was already. There was no door on the landing; Ron nudged Harry and pointed to the ceiling, where a round trapdoor with a bronze plate was located.
"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher.”Harry read. "How can we go up?”
As though in answer to his question, the trapdoor swung open and a silver ladder lay at Harry's feet. Everyone quieted down.
" You go first," Bangs said with a smile.
Bunce followed Harry up, and the whole class stood around them, whispering. This was by far the weirdest classroom Bangs had ever seen. In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all. It was more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. There were at least twenty small round tables crammed into the classroom, each surrounded by Indian flowery armchairs and bulging cushions. Everything was illuminated by a dim scarlet light; The curtains were drawn, and many of the lamps had dark red shades. The classroom was stifling and warm, and the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning over it, which gave off a dull, greasy smell. The circular wall was surrounded by shelves, which were filled with dusty feather ornaments, candle stubs, old poker cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a large number of tea sets.
"Where is she?" said Ron, when he had come up.”
A voice suddenly came from the shadows. It was a soft and fuzzy voice.
" Welcome," the voice said." It's good to finally see you in the tangible world.”
Bang Si's first impression was a large glowing insect. Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight and they saw that she was very thin; Her large eyes were magnified several times over, and she wore a shimmering shawl of thin, transparent gauze. Countless necklaces and beads hung from her slender neck, and she wore bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.
"Sit, my child. Sit." she said, and they all clambered clumsily into armchairs or sank into overstuffed cushions. Bunce and the others sat at the same round table.
"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, sitting herself in a winged armchair in front of the fireplace."I'm Professor Trelawney, you may not have met me before. I found that the overly busy school life was blurring my vision.”
"But this is life, isn't it?”Bangs said with a smile.
There was silence. The class was looking at him, Professor Trelawney had noticed him.
"What's your name, child?" said Professor Trelawney.
"Bunce Foley," Bangs replied.
Professor Trelawney did not pursue the matter, but carefully rearranged her shawl and said,"You've taken Divination, the most difficult of all the magical arts. I must warn you from the start: If you don't have Sight, then there's very little I can teach you. Books can only take you so far in this regard."
At this, both Harry and Ron smiled at Hermione, who looked surprised to hear that the book for this subject was not very useful.
"Many witches and wizards, talented as they are at making loud bangs, smells, and sudden invisibility, are unable to see through the fog and see into the future.”Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous glowing eyes moving from one face to another. "Only a few people have this kind of talent. "You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who almost fell off his seat."How's your grandmother?”
"I think so." said Neville shakily.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear.”said Professor Trelawney, firelight flickering on her long emerald earrings. Neville gasped. Professor Trelawney went on calmly,"This year we'll be learning all sorts of basic divination techniques. The first semester was spent on deciphering tea leaves. We should study palmistry next term. By the way, my dear,"she said suddenly to Parvati Patil," watch out for red-haired men.”
Parvati gave a frightened look at Ron, who was sitting right behind her, and moved her chair away from him.
"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney continued,"we'll be learning to look at crystal balls-if we've finished studying fire omens. Unfortunately, in February, a vicious flu would force classes to close. I will lose my voice. Around Easter, one of us will be gone forever.”
There was a tense silence in the room when she said this, but Professor Trelawney seemed to be oblivious to it.
"I was wondering, dear," she said to Lavender Brown, who was sitting nearest, cowering in her chair,"if you could pass me the biggest teapot, please?”
Lavender looked relieved, got to her feet, took an enormous teapot from a shelf, and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.
"Thank you, dear. By the way, the thing you're afraid of--will happen on Friday, October 16th.”
Lavender trembled.
"Now, I want all of you to split into two groups. Take a teacup from the shelf and come to me, and I will pour tea into it. Then, he sat down and drank his tea until there were only tea leaves left in the cup. He shook the tea leaves three times with his left hand, then turned the teacup upside down and put it on the teacup holder. Wait until the last bit of tea is gone, then give your teacup to your partner to read. You can use pages five and six of Unfogging the Future to interpret the shape of the tea leaves. I will walk among you, help you, guide you. "Oh, and dear-" She seized Neville's arm and pulled him to his feet."After you break the first teacup, could you pick one of the blue ones? I really like the pink ones."
Yes, Neville had just reached the teacup rack when there was the sound of porcelain breaking. Professor Trelawney hurried over with a dustpan and broom and said,"Then, if you don't mind, I'll take a blue one to thank you."
After Bunce had filled his teacup, he returned to his desk, found no one else in his group (because he was extra), and set down his teacup to see Harry and Ron, the two clowns, trying to drink the boiling tea. They shook the tea leaves as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then dried the cups and swapped them.
"Well," said Ron, and they both turned to pages five and six at the same time."What do you see in my teacup?”
"A lot of brown stuff that's boiling.”said Harry.
"Open your mind, my dear, and let your eyes look past worldly things!”called Professor Trelawney from the darkness.
"Well, you've got a kind of wobbly cross now," said Harry, consulting Unfogging the Future."That means you're going to have trials and tribulations-I'm sorry about that-but there's something here, like the sun. Wait a minute, this means great happiness, so you'll be unlucky, but you'll be very happy."
"If you ask me, I would say that you need to test your Heaven's Eye.”said Ron, trying not to laugh.
"It's my turn." Ron peered into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. "There's a lump here, like a dome," he said."Maybe you'll be working for the Ministry."
He turned the teacup to the other side.
"But it looks more like an acorn.”He flipped through his book, Unfogging the Future. "Unexpected wealth, unexpected gold. Great, you can lend me some. There's something else here."He spun the teacup again." It looks like an animal. Yeah, if that's a head, doesn't it look like a hippopotamus, like a sheep?"
Harry burst into laughter as Professor Trelawney spun around.
"Let me see, dear." she said crossly to Ron, hurrying over and snatching the teacup out of his hand. Everyone quieted down and watched.
Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup and turned it in a counterclockwise direction.
"My dear Falcon, you have a mortal enemy.”
"But everyone knows about this.”Hermione muttered loudly. Professor Trelawney stared at her.
"Well, you see," said Hermione,"everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who.”
"A big stick attack. "My dear, my dear, this is not a lucky teacup," continued Professor Trelawney, ignoring Hermione.
"I thought it was a bowler hat.”said Ron awkwardly.
"The skull is in danger, my dear."
Everyone except Bunce gaped at Professor Trelawney, who turned the teacup one last time, gasped, and screamed.
The sound of porcelain shattering rang out again. Neville broke a second glass. Professor Trelawney sank into an armchair, her shining hand on her heart, her eyes closed.
"My dear boy-my poor, dear boy-no-better not say-no-don't ask me-"
"What's wrong, Professor?" said Dean Thomas at once, and everyone got to their feet and slowly gathered around Bunce's table to get a better look at Harry's teacup.
"My dear," said Professor Trelawney, her large eyes widening dramatically,"you have a bad omen.”
"What do I have?" said Harry doubtfully.
"Ominous, my dear, Ominous!”cried Professor Trelawney, shocked that Harry did not understand. "The big ghostly dog that roams the graveyard! My dear boy, it is an omen-the worst of all-an omen of death!”
Everyone looked at Harry except Hermione, who got to her feet and walked around the back of Professor Trelawney's chair.
"I don't think it's ominous." she said bluntly.
Professor Trelawney eyed Hermione, her dislike growing.
"Don't be upset, dear, I find the halo around you very small. His ability to accept future resonance was very poor.”
"This is actually not ominous." Bangs said as he drank his tea.
"How do you know, Mr. Foley?”said Professor Trelawney in surprise.
"I know everything, Professor," Bance said.
Professor Trelawney gave a great start at this and said,"I think today's lesson will end here. Please pack your things."
"Before we meet again," said Professor Trelawney weakly,"good luck to all of you. "Oh dear"-she pointed at Neville-"you're going to be late for the next lesson, so remember to work extra hard to catch up.”
No one said a word after Bunce and the others left Professor Trelawney's classroom, and they went off to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration. It took them a long time to find their classroom, so that, though they had left Divination long ago, they had barely made it.
Professor McGonagall, who was teaching them about Animagi (the magic that allows one to transform into any animal at will), had turned into a tabby cat in front of everyone, with eye marks around her eyes, and Bons was the only one who clapped, very quietly.
"Seriously, what's wrong with you guys today?”said Professor McGonagall, as she reverted to her original form with a slight pop and looked around at the students. "That's all right, but it's the first time I've ever been able to transform without the class applauding.”
Hermione raised her hand.
"Professor, we've just had Divination, we've been reading tea leaves, and-"
"Ah, of course," said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning."There's no need to go on, Miss Granger. Tell me, which one of you will die this year?”
Everyone stared at her. (Bunce is looking out the window)
"It's me." said Harry.
"Understood." said Professor McGonagall, her beady eyes fixed on Harry."Then, Potter, you should know that Sybill Trelawney has been predicting the death of a student every year since she came to this school. Until now, none of them had died. Foreseeing the signs of death was her favorite way of welcoming new students. If I hadn't never said anything bad about my colleagues-"Professor McGonagall stopped, and they saw her nostrils go white. she continued, calmer."Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. To tell you the truth, I have the least patience for divination. Very few people can really see into the future, and Professor Trelawney "
She paused again, then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone,"I see you're in the pink of health, Potter, so don't blame me if I don't let you off easy on your homework today." I promise, if you die, you won't have to hand in this assignment.”
Hermione laughed, Ron still looked worried, and Lavender whispered,"Then what about Neville's teacup?”
"Because of Neville himself, when have you ever seen him without an accident, even if no one says he breaks things?”Bance said.
"That's true." echoed Dean Thomas.
When Transfiguration was over, they noisily made their way to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Cheer up, Ron," said Hermione, pushing a saucer of condiments toward him."You heard what Professor McGonagall said.”
Ron scooped a spoonful of sauce onto his plate and picked up his fork, but did not start eating.
"Harry," he said gravely,"you haven't seen a big black dog anywhere, have you?”
"No, I saw it," said Harry."The night I left the Dursleys.”
Ron's fork clattered onto the table.
"Maybe it's a lost dog." said Hermione casually.
"No." Bangs said as he ate his toast.
"Is it really ominous?" asked Harry.
"Not exactly, I can't tell you what it is, it's not time yet, anyway, that Trelawney guy's divinations are half-baked, just don't trust them too much.”Bance said.
Ron looked at Bunce incredulously as though he had said something crazy.
"You may be a Prophet, but if Harry really saw the Omen, then-then it's bad.”he said."My-my Uncle Bilius saw one, and-and he died twenty-four hours later!”
"It's just a coincidence." said Hermione casually, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Ron angrily."The bad omen scares the living daylights out of most wizards!”
"Then you're right," said Hermione, sounding superior."They saw the bad omen and were scared to death. It was not a bad omen, but the cause of death! Harry's still with us, and Bunce says that's not why. Besides, Harry wasn't stupid enough to see it and think: 'Alright, I might as well die suddenly!'”
Ron gaped at Hermione; Hermione opened her bag, took out her new Arithmetic and Divination book, opened it, and leaned it against the juice jug.
"Divination seems a bit muddled, I think," she said, turning the pages."A lot of guessing, if you ask me.”
"The ominous feeling in that teacup is very clear!”said Ron excitedly."Professor Trelawney says your halo's off! You just don't like to be bad at something.”
He had touched a sore spot. Hermione slammed her Arithmetic on the table so hard that minced meat and carrots flew everywhere.
"If getting good grades in Divination means I have to pretend to see death in a clump of tea leaves, I might as well quit! Compared to my Arithmetic and Divination, this class is rubbish!”
She grabbed her bag and left.
Ron watched her, frowning.
"What is she talking about?" he said." She hasn't started Arithmetic yet.”
"It started long ago. You just didn't see it.”said Bunce, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Harry was in a good mood as he left the castle after lunch (mainly because Bunce's advice had worked, though Ron kept talking about how terrible the bad omen was.）Yesterday's rain had stopped, the sky was clear and light gray, and the grass was soft and damp as they headed for their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson.
Ron and Hermione said nothing to each other. Harry and Bunce walked ahead of them as they descended the slope to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid was waiting for his students by the cabin door. He was wearing a moleskin coat, and Fang the Hound was at his feet, and he seemed to be in a hurry to go.
"Come on, hurry up!" he called, as the students drew nearer. "I have something good to treat you today! He was about to have an exciting lesson! Is everyone here? Alright, follow me!"
Hagrid led them along the edge of the forest, and five minutes later they were outside what looked like a compound. There was nothing there.
"Everyone, come to this fence!”he cried."That's right-stand where you can see. Now, the first thing you'll have to do is open your books-"
"How do I open it?" said Draco Malfoy in his cold, drawling voice.
"Hmm?" said Hagrid.
"How do we open the books?" Malfoy repeated. He took out his Monster Book of Monsters, which he had tied up with a string. Others took out their books, some, like Harry, had tied theirs up; The others had placed the book in sturdy cages or clamped it in large pincers, and amazingly, Bunce was flipping through it with great interest.
"No-no one can open it? Except Bunce." asked Hagrid, puzzled.
The others shook their heads.
"I must brush these books." said Hagrid, as if it were the clearest thing in the world.
He took Hermione's book and tore off the tape that bound it. The book tried to bite, but Hagrid's forefinger slid down the spine and the book trembled, opened, and lay quietly in his hand.
"Oh, how stupid we are!" sneered Malfoy."We should brush these books away! Why didn't we think of that!"
"You're as clever as a pig, Malfoy.”Bangs said as he flipped through the book.
"Foley, you-"
"I think they're funny.”said Hagrid hesitantly to Hermione.
"Oh, very funny!”said Malfoy."Clever, giving us books that want to rip our hands off!”
"You're stupid, Malfoy.”Bangs continued.
"Don't go too far, Flay." shouted Malfoy, blushing.
"I promise I won't be sarcastic again if you shut that pig's mouth first, Malfoy.”said Bunce, picking at the crumbs.
"You-you-" said Malfoy furiously.
"Look at you, can't you even speak? I feel sorry for your father." Bangs said sarcastically.
"What are you guys doing?" said Hagrid."It's still class, isn't it? I'm going to find the mystical creature. Wait here.”
He left the students and walked into the woods, where he was soon out of sight.
"Merlin above, this place is finished.”said Malfoy loudly."My dad'd be furious if I told him about this stupid teaching-"
"Your father wouldn't have made a difference even if he knew, Malfoy, and don't forget he was fired from the board long ago.”Bangs reminded.
"It's not your place to care about my family's matters, Foley.”said Malfoy.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry shouted.
"Careful, Potter, there's a dementor behind you-" said Pansy Ferguson.
"Oh, oh, oh!" squealed Lavender Brown, pointing across the enclosure.
Twelve of the strangest creatures Bangs had ever seen trotted toward them. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but their forelegs, wings, and heads seemed to be those of eagles. They had sharp, steel-colored pecks and large, bright orange eyes. The claws on their front legs were half a foot long and looked deadly. Each of the animals had a thick feathered collar around their necks and was attached to a long chain, the ends of which were held in Hagrid's large hand, and he trotted after them onto the enclosure.
"Go over there!" he bellowed, shaking the chain and calling them over to the fence the class had erected. Everyone backed away a little as Hagrid approached and tied them to the fence.
"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them.”
"Well, the first thing you must know about hippogriffs is that they're proud," said Hagrid."They're easy to offend. Never offend a hippogriff, because that might be the last thing you want to do.”Hagrid answered.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were not listening; they were whispering.
"You've got to wait for the hippogriff to make the first move," Hagrid went on."It's polite, you know? You walk up to it, you bow, and you wait. If it curtsied back, you could touch it. If it doesn't bow, then leave it quickly, because these claws are going to hurt people.”
"All right-who's first?" asked Hagrid.
"You go, Harry, trust me.”Bunce whispered in Harry's ear.
"No one came?" asked Hagrid, looking pleading.
"I'll do it." said Harry.
There was a deep breath behind him, and both Lavender and Parvati whispered,"Oh no, Harry, think of your tea!”
Ignoring them, Harry climbed over the enclosure fence.
"Well done, Harry!" said Hagrid."Well-let's see how you're doing with that Buckbeak thing.”
He undid a chain, pulled Buckbeak away from his companions, and undid his leather collar. Malfoy's eyes sparkled maliciously.
"Relax, now, Harry," said Hagrid quietly."You and it have to look at each other and try not to blink-if you blink too hard, the monster won't trust you."
Harry bowed to Buckbeak.
The monster was still looking at him with hostility. It did not move.
"Ah," said Hagrid anxiously."Well-back off, now. Harry, relax and step back-"
But then, to Hagrid's great surprise, the monster suddenly bent its scaly front knees and sank into what was clearly no more than a bow.
"Well done, Harry!" said Hagrid wildly."Yes-you can touch it now! Slap its beak, slap it!"
Harry walked slowly toward the monster, reached out his hand, and tapped its beak several times. The monster closed its eyes lazily, as if it liked the way he was doing it.
All the students applauded, except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who looked disappointed.
Inspired by Harry, the whole class moved cautiously into the enclosure. Hagrid unchained them one by one, and soon the entire enclosure was filled with nervous bows. Neville had fled several times from his monster, which did not seem to want to bend its knees. Bunce stood with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Malfoy slapped Buckbeak's beak and said in disgust,"Foley, what are you standing here for?”
"I'm watching how you die." Bance said.
"What a joke, I will die?" said Malfoy sarcastically.
"You will indeed die, if you still want to say the next sentence.”said Bunce, stroking Buckbeak's fur as he closed his eyes comfortably.
"Do you think I don't dare?" said Malfoy in a slightly alarmed voice.
"I bet you don't have the courage." Bance said.
"I'm not going to stoop to your level, Crabbe, Goyle, let's go.”said Malfoy guiltily.
"I knew you'd be the worst, Malfoy.”Bons shouted.
"You'll regret it one day, Foley.”said Malfoy, blushing.
"I believe that day can only appear in your dreams.”cried Bunce, and the Gryffindors all laughed, Harry the loudest.
"Child, you shouldn't be like this. You really shouldn't be like this.”said Hagrid, seemingly smiling.
"Perhaps, but at least it changed something.”Bance muttered.
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