The class looked dispiritedly at the enormous boxes Hagrid had brought out, all lined with pillows and fluffy blankets. “We’ll jus’ lead ’em in here,” Hagrid said, “an’ put the lids on, and we’ll see what happens.” But the skrewts, it transpired, did not hibernate, and did not appreciate being forced into pillow-lined boxes and nailed in. Hagrid was soon yelling, “Don’ panic, now, don’ panic!” while the skrewts rampaged around the pumpkin patch, now strewn with the smoldering wreckage of the boxes.
