Harry threw all his weight onto the rope, but Buckbeak had dug in his front feet.
¡°Very good,¡± said Lupin, smiling. ¡°Right, then ¡ª ready to try it on a Dementor?¡±
Harry watched him flick through the textbook, to the very back chapter, which he must know they hadn't covered.
Aunt Marge reached for her glass of wine.