¡°Definitely not,¡± said Harry.
¡°Because her cat acted like all cats do,¡± Hagrid continued doggedly. ¡°She's cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin¡¯ through a rough time at the moment. Bitten off more'n she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work she's tryin¡¯ ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeak's case, mind¡She's found some really good stuff fer me¡reckon he'll stand a good chance now¡¡±
Black conjured heavy manacles from thin air; soon Pettigrew was upright again, left arm chained to Lupin's right, right arm to Ron's left. Ron's face was set. He seemed to have taken Scabbers's true identity as a personal insult. Crookshanks leapt lightly off the bed and led the way out of the room, his bottlebrush tail held jauntily high.
Their second to last exam, on Thursday morning, was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken; a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a Grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a Hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new Boggart.