Chapter 689: Black’s Gift - Getting the Philosopher’s Stone!
"And did he — did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Well — yeah — how many three-headed dogs d'yeh meet, even around Hogwarts? So I told him, Fluffy's a piece o' cake if yeh know how to calm him down, jus' play him a bit o' music an' he'll go straight off ter sleep —" Hagrid suddenly looked horrified.
"I shouldn'ta told yeh that!" he blurted out. "Forget I said it! Hey — where're yeh goin'?"
Harry, Ron, and Draco didn't speak to each other at all until they came to a halt in the entrance hall, which seemed very cold and gloomy after the grounds.
"I knew something was wrong," Harry commented.
"Bid old loaf getting interviewed at Hog's Head? Even your owl knew something was wrong, Potter," Draco sneered.
Ron's lips twitched. "Can you not call him that?"
"Alright," Draco nodded. "What about Pottersch?"
Harry, despite the grave sense of oddness in his heart, smiled. "Someone's missing Black."
Draco's sneer became a frown.
Exams had come and gone, yet Darcie and Black were still at the hospital, out cold.