Ron hesitated, then put a hand inside his robes. Scabbers emerged, thrashing desperately; Ron had to seize his long bald tail to stop him escaping. Crookshanks stood up on Black's leg and made a soft hissing noise.
Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.
¡°But he's not dead, he's fine, so what's the point ¡ª¡±
¡°What were you doin¡¯ down there?¡± said Stan, dropping his professional manner.