Harry stood there, feeling suddenly empty. He hadn't done it. His nerve had failed him. Black was going to be handed back to the Dementors.
¡°Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?¡± said Hermione hesitantly.
Harry tried to concentrate on his food, but his hands shook and his face was starting to burn with anger. Remember the form, he told himself. Think about Hogsmeade. Don't say anything. Don't rise ¡ª
¡°Yeah, let's go,¡± said Harry, sitting up, ¡°and I can ask him how come he never mentioned Black when he told me all about my parents!¡±