Ginny's guilt

Before long, the three of them and the dog arrived at... the Chicken Coop?!

"Ugh! It stinks! Hagrid, what did you bring us here for?"

Draco covered his nose and demanded an explanation in disgust.

"It doesn't stink. I specially trained the hens to relieve themselves only when they're let out onto the lawn, and I clean the Chicken Coop every morning!"

Sob!

Sob!

Who was crying?

Sob!

Sob!

Luo Bin listened quietly for three seconds and confirmed that the sobbing came from the rooster's coop ahead to his right. Ever since someone—or some monster—had strangled the rooster, that coop had stood empty.

"Hagrid, who's in there?"

"Luo Bin, you're really clever. You even worked out that someone's in the Chicken Coop! It's Little Ginny. She's hiding in there and won't come out, and she won't let me fetch her brothers, either. I've been so worried I haven't even cooked."

"Hagrid, you're too soft. Just because she tells you not to go, you don't go?"

Draco sounded deeply disapproving.

"Draco, are you going in?"

Draco loathed the Weasley family. He thought they had willingly sunk into degradation, possessing a prestigious pure-blood lineage yet living worse than Muggles.

"No. It's filthy and smelly. I'm not going in!"

"Let me say it again: it isn't smelly or filthy!"

"Hagrid, wait out here. I'll go in and take a look!"

When Hagrid nodded his agreement, Luo Bin pulled open the coop's gate.

Little Ginny huddled in the corner, crouching on dry wheat straw. Her loose Wizarding Robe covered her completely. The hair along her hairline and temples was soaked with tears and clung wetly to her cheeks. Her little head jerked with each sob. She looked utterly heartbroken.

The creak of the gate seemed to startle her. Her body gave a sudden jolt,