But Harry had seen it at last: the tiny fluttering Golden Snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Slytherin end of the pitch.
'You thought wrong,' she said, turning her back on Umbridge.
'Look, drop it, will you!' Harry burst out. 'It's bad enough, without you blaming yourself for everything!'
'A branch of - ?'
'Get away,' she snapped, waving her handbag at Fang, who had bounded up to her and was attempting to lick her face.
'I'm sorry . . . I . . . forget it - '
He picked up the steak and slapped it over the left side of his face. Greenish blood trickled down into his beard as he gave a soft moan of satisfaction.
' - and Hogwarts High Inquisitor,' said Umbridge, giving no sign that she had heard him.
'Bu' that night it all wen' wrong.'
'I think they deserve rather more than detentions,' said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly.
'Join the club,' said Harry bitterly.
Hagrid choked in his mug and dropped his steak at the same time; a large quantity of spit, tea and dragon blood was sprayed over the table as Hagrid coughed and spluttered and the steak slid, with a soft splat, on to the floor.
'What happened to you?' Harry demanded, while Fang danced around them all, trying to lick their faces.
'Oh yeah. Firs' we presented him with a nice battle helmet - 'goblin-made an' indestructible, yeh know - an' then we sat down an' we talked.'
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'Everlasting fire,' said Hermione irritably, 'you ought to know that by now. Professor Flitwick's mentioned it at least twice in class!'
"Bout twenty feet,' said Hagrid casually. 'Some o' the bigger ones mighta bin twenty-five.'
Harry felt the Snitch fluttering madly in his hand.
'Yeah,' said Hermione, turning away from the pitch-black, snow-flecked window, a broad smile spreading across her face. 'Hagrid's back.'
'Or why you're back so late,' said Harry. 'Sirius says Madame Maxime got back ages ago - '