¡°Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck,¡± he said. ¡°Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself.¡±
She took the end of Buckbeak's rope and tied it securely around the nearest tree, then sat down on the dry ground, arms around her knees.
¡°I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves,¡± he said pleasantly. ¡°Mr. Filch won't be able to get in to his brooms.¡±
A flash of blue-white light erupted from both wands; for a moment, Scabbers was frozen in midair, his small gray form twisting madly ¡ª Ron yelled ¡ª the rat fell and hit the floor. There was another blinding flash of light and then ¡ª
A shower of brilliantly colored sweets fell into Harry's lap. It was dusk, and Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they'd had the time of their lives.