have time to argue.

have time to argue.

‘OK, fine, it's your choice,’ he said curtly, ‘but unless we can find more Thestrals you're not going to be able—’

‘Oh, more of them will come,’ said Ginny confidently, who like Ron was squinting in quite the wrong direction, apparently under the impression that she was looking at the horses.

‘What makes you think that?’

‘Because, in case you hadn't noticed, you and Hermione are both covered in blood,’ she said coolly, ‘and we know Hagrid lures Thestrals with raw meat. That's probably why these two turned up in the first place.’

Harry felt a soft tug on his robes at that moment and looked down to see the closest Thestral licking his sleeve, which was damp with Grawp's blood.

‘OK, then,’ he said, a bright idea occurring, ‘Ron and I will take these two and go ahead, and Hermione can stay here with you three and she'll attract more Thestrals—’

‘I'm not staying behind!’ said Hermione furiously.

‘There's no need,’ said Luna, smiling. ‘Look, here come more now ... you two must really smell ...’

Harry turned: no fewer than six or seven Thestrals were picking their way through the trees, their great leathery wings folded tight to their bodies, their eyes gleaming through the darkness. He had no excuse now.

‘All right,’ he said angrily, ‘pick one and get on, then.’