Harry and Neville set off without another word. As they turned the corner, Harry looked back. Snape was running one of his hands over the one-eyed witch's head, examining it closely.
It stopped on the bank. Its hooves made no mark on the soft ground as it stared at Harry with its large, silver eyes. Slowly, it bowed its antlered head. And Harry realized¡ ¡°Prongs,¡± he whispered.
¡°Then you might not have to witness an execution at all!¡± said Ron stoutly. ¡°The Hippogriff might get off!¡±
Fudge was looking uncomfortable.