"—was near-shredded. He'd been worrying it with his paw."
"Poor mite," said Sprout, stroking Shadow's head. "You seem to have patched him up well enough, but he seems shaky to me."
"You think so?"
Shadow gave Neville his back and a ridge of fur rose along it.
"That rough purring means he's in pain. Best take him to Hagrid."
Hissing, Shadow leapt from the table and slunk off to hide under the fire ficuses.
"You don't think Fang—"
"Don't be daft, Longbottom! No doubt Shadow ran afoul of some Venomous Tentacula. Trust him to Hagrid. He'll know what to do."