Harry could still hear Dumbledore's voice talking from within the cabin. He gave the rope another wrench. Buckbeak broke into a grudging trot. They had reached the trees¡.
Harry pulled himself out of the hole, staring around. The room was deserted, but a door to their right stood open, leading to a shadowy hallway. Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's arm again. Her wide eyes were traveling around the boarded windows.
¡°That's why he wouldn't say it was from him!¡± said Ron. ¡°In case some git like Malfoy said it was favoritism. Hey, Harry ¡ª¡± Ron gave a great whoop of laughter ¡ª ¡°Malfoy! Wait ¡®til he sees you on this! He'll be sick as a pig! This is an international standard broom, this is!¡±
¡°P-P-Professor McGonagall!¡± Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. ¡°Sh-she said I'd failed everything!¡±
He turned, intending to head back toward the middle of the field, but at that moment, another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something that distracted him completely, the silhouette of an enormous shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of seats.
¡°Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been, Potter?¡±