At that moment, there was a creak overhead. Something had moved upstairs. Both of them looked up at the ceiling. Hermione's grip on Harry's arm was so tight he was losing feeling in his fingers. He raised his eyebrows at her; she nodded again and let go.
¡°You'll have to put up a good strong defense, Hagrid,¡± said Hermione, sitting down and laying a hand on Hagrid's massive forearm. ¡°I'm sure you can prove Buckbeak is safe.¡±