¡°That cat's got it in for Scabbers!¡± said Ron, ignoring the people around him, who were starting to giggle. ¡°And Scabbers was here first, and he's ill!¡±
He was in a cellar, which was full of wooden crates and boxes. Harry climbed out of the trapdoor and replaced it ¡ª it blended so perfectly with the dusty floor that it was impossible to tell it was there. Harry crept slowly toward the wooden staircase that led upstairs. Now he could definitely hear voices, not to mention the tinkle of a bell and the opening and shutting of a door.
They followed him to the door into his back garden. Harry felt strangely unreal, and even more so when he saw Buckbeak a few yards away, tethered to a tree behind Hagrid's pumpkin patch. Buckbeak seemed to know something was happening. He turned his sharp head from side to side and pawed the ground nervously.
¡°You don't understand!¡± whined Pettigrew. ¡°He would have killed me, Sirius!¡±
Hermione swayed on the spot.