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chapter nine. ( the winner takes it all )
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HARRY HAD GOTTEN THE MAP TAKEN OFF HIM, which caused yet another rift between the four Gryffindors. As Ascella and Hermione approached Ron and Harry with crestfallen expressions, a scowl formed on Ron's freckled face as harsh words began to fly from his mouth.
"Come to have a good gloat?" he sneered cruelly towards Hermione as her and Ascella stopped in front of the two boys. "Or have you just been to tell on us?"
"No," Hermione shook her head, a quiver to her mellow voice. A wrinkled piece of parchment was clutched tightly in her hands and her lip was trembling like a tearful babies. "I just thought you ought to know . . . Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak's going to be executed."
The glare on Ron's face faded away as quick as it came. "He sent me this," Hermione handed them both the letter. It was extremely hard to read, as the navy-blue ink had smudged due to the teardrops that had dripped down onto it.
Dear Hermione,
We lost. I'm allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed. Beaky has enjoyed London.
I won't forget all the help you gave us.
Hagrid.
"They can't do this," said Harry, a downcast expression adorning his face. "They can't. Buckbeak isn't dangerous!"
"Oh, but they can," chimed in Ascella. She had been terribly quiet, that Harry had hardly noticed her presence. Her curls of purple were piled into a bun at the nape of her neck, the glistening locket shining gloriously as it rested against her sternum. "It's all because of Malfoy's dad; Lucius Malfoy. He's got so much power within the Ministry, they can't do anything but agree with him. And, you know what the Ministry officials are like. They're a bunch of old fools that they'll listen to whatever he tells them to do."
