Seeing Wizet and the others, Hagrid waved with a grin. "Oh! Wizet! Harry! Are you heading to the Quidditch Pitch?"
"Come to think of it!" He turned to glance behind him, rubbing his hands together as he said, "They're announcing the third task tonight!"
Everyone could hear the anticipation overflowing from Hagrid's voice as he said it.
Harry asked curiously, "Hagrid, did you just come back from the Quidditch Pitch?"
"Yeah!" Hagrid's eyes sparkled. "I just finished talking to Bagman about a few things..."
His voice rose on those final words, almost as though he were singing opera. "But there's no helping it—if I want my little darlings to perform better, I need to talk to him some more..."
"Um..." Harry pressed his lips together and instinctively exchanged looks with Wizet and the others.
Wizet rubbed his brow, shook his head, and smiled faintly.
"Little darlings..." Harry looked up at Hagrid again. "Hagrid, are you talking about the dragons?"
"Not those. The dragons have all gone back to the reserve." Hagrid's expression dimmed somewhat, and he sighed softly. "But there's nothing to be done about it. Bane and the others objected pretty strongly..."
Draco raised a hand expressionlessly and pressed down the tie Hagrid's breath had blown up.
The reason he remained expressionless was mainly because, during the previous school year, he had learned that Hagrid could defeat a Troll with his bare hands.
A person who could defeat a Troll bare-handed could blow his tie into the air with a sigh, so Draco was not surprised in the slightest.
Hagrid continued, "The little darlings I meant are Re'ems, Tebos, Runespoors, and Sphinxes... Though I'm not very fond of the last one."
"How should I put it? Sphinxes aren't easy to communicate with... They always want to talk about all