The gamekeeper nodded approvingly, as Ron disentangled himself from his cloak and got shakily to his feet. "Now where'd that ruddy Malfoy go?" grumbled Hagrid, picking up a whining Fang and scanning the trees. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Draco had left with the lantern, and the light was still visible at this distance. Ron, trying to get his breathing under control, followed at a disjointed jog as Hagrid strode into the treeline without much concern for the presence or absence of an actual path.