A loud ripping noise rent the air; two of the Monster Books had seized a third and were pulling it apart.
¡°Yeah, maybe,¡± said Harry as they reached the entrance hall and crossed into the Great Hall. It had been decorated with hundreds and hundreds of candle-filled pumpkins, a cloud of fluttering live bats, and many flaming orange streamers, which were swimming lazily across the stormy ceiling like brilliant watersnakes.
¡°I don't know¡.¡±
¡°Right,¡± said Lupin, suddenly businesslike. ¡°Ron, I can't mend bones nearly as well as Madam Pomfrey, so I think it's best if we just strap your leg up until we can get you to the hospital wing.¡±
¡°What are they for, Hagrid?¡± said Harry.