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Unless Harry's eyes were deceiving him, Fudge was suddenly looking awkward.
"This is our last chance -- my last chance -- to win the Quidditch Cup," he told them, striding up and down in front of them. "I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it."
"Er -- Minister? Can I ask you something?"
"Thank you, Dean," said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. "Shall we proceed?"
Harry looked around the bright compartment. Ginny and Neville looked back at him, both very pale.
"Okay," said Harry slowly, "but why?"
"At, maybe she's right," said Hagrid, letting go of Harry and Ron, who both staggered away, rubbing their ribs. Hagrid heaved himself out of his chair and followed Hermione unsteadily outside. They heard a loud splash.
"Very well, thanks --"
"I'm fine," he said, "I don't need anything
"Circumstances change, Harry... We have to take into account... in the present climate... Surely you don't want to be expelled?"
"Herinione, that thing nearly scalped me!" said Ron.
"Well, look at it logically," said Hermione, turning to the rest of the group- "I mean, Binky didn't even die today, did he? Lavender just got the news today-" Lavender wailed loudly. "- and she can't have been dreading it, because it's come as a real shock --"
"Hedwig!" Harry gasped.
"What are you doing Muggle Studies for?" said Ron, rolling his eyes at Harry. "You're Muggle- born! Your mum and dad are Muggles! You already know all about Muggles!"
"I need to talk to you in private," Harry muttered to Ron and Hermione as the train picked up speed.
A pair of enormous purple toads sat gulping wetly and feasting on dead blowflies. A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window. Poisonous orange snails were oozing slowly up the side of their glass tank, and a fat white rabbit kept changing into a silk top hat and back again with a loud popping noise. Then there were cats of every color, a noisy cage of ravens, a basket of funny custard-colored furballs that were humming loudly, and on the counter, a vast cage of sleek black rats that were playing some sort of skipping game using their long, bald tails.
Buckbeak flew him once around the paddock and then headed back to the ground; this was the bit Harry had been dreading; he leaned back as the smooth neck lowered, feeling he was going to slip off over the beak, then felt a heavy thud as the four ill-assorted feet hit the ground. He just managed to hold on and push himself straight again.;