Kuigi tema salongi, Hermione avastab Scabbers aastal Hagrid kitsepiimast kann. Nad jätavad ja Buckbeak täidetakse. Kuna Ron, Harry, Harry ja Hermione lahkuvad Hagrid maja ja vapustasid heli kirves, suur must koer nende poole pöördumisest, pounces kohta Ron ning tõmbab alusel talle Whomping Willow. Harry ja Hermione ja Crookshanks kriips alla nende järel veidralt, Crookshanks teab salajase nupu vajutada veel flailing puu. Nad liiguvad läbi maa-aluse tunneli ja jõuda Shrieking Shack. Nad leiavad, et must koer on muutunud Sirius Black ning on tuba Ron. Harry, Ron ja Hermione hallata relvituks Must, ja enne Harry võib tappa Black, avenging oma vanemate surma, professor Lupin siseneb ruumi ja disarms teda. Harry, Ron ja Hermione on hämmastunud kui Lupin ja Musta vahetus seeria Nods ja omaks võtta. Kui kolm õpilast rahuneda piisavalt kuulata, Lupin ja Musta seletada kõike. Lupin on
place a terrified recruit's helmet back on the recruit's head, but the boy cowers under Paul's arm. Paul places the helmet on the recruit's behind to protect it from shell fragments. After the shelling lessens, the recruit comes to and notices with embarrassment that he has defecated in his pants. Paul explains that many soldiers experience this problem at first. He instructs the boy to remove his underpants and throw them away. The men hear the wrenching sounds of wounded horses shrieking in agony. Detering is particularly horrified because he is a farmer and loves horses. After the wounded men are gathered, those in charge of shooting the wounded animals do their job. Detering declares with disgust that using horses in war is the "vilest baseness." As the trucks drive the men back, Kat becomes restless. A flurry of bombs then lands around them. The men take cover in a nearby graveyard. Paul crawls under an uncovered coffin for protection
There was a basketball game on that he was excited about, though of course I had no idea what was special about it, so he wasn't aware of anything unusual in my face or tone. Once in my room, I locked the door. I dug through my desk until I found my old headphones, and I plugged them into my little CD player. I picked up a CD that Phil had given to me for Christmas. It was one of his favorite bands, but they used a little too much bass and shrieking for my tastes. I popped it into place and lay down on my bed. I put on the headphones, hit Play, and turned up the volume until it hurt my ears. I closed my eyes, but the light still intruded, so I added a pillow over the top half of my face. I concentrated very carefully on the music, trying to understand the lyrics, to unravel the complicated drum patterns. By the third time I'd listened through the CD, I knew all the words to the choruses, at least
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