It's clear that Harry's hands are trembling as he's holding the metal rake, but he's quite determinedly holding his ground where he's taken a stand between the hog and the man collapsed at the foot of the lamppost. The hog squeals and snorts and looks like it's gearing up for a charge; Harry is fairly sure that he hasn't thought this through completely, but he jabs the rake forward and hits the hog square on the end of its nose.
It squeals indignantly, but backs away, clearly trying to decide if stomping its victim is worth another swipe on the nose with the rake.
"Can you run?" Harry asks, not taking his eyes off the hog.
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It's clear that Harry's hands are trembling as he's holding the metal rake, but he's quite determinedly holding his ground where he's taken a stand between the hog and the man collapsed at the foot of the lamppost. The hog squeals and snorts and looks like it's gearing up for a charge; Harry is fairly sure that he hasn't thought this through completely, but he jabs the rake forward and hits the hog square on the end of its nose.
It squeals indignantly, but backs away, clearly trying to decide if stomping its victim is worth another swipe on the nose with the rake.
"Can you run?" Harry asks, not taking his eyes off the hog.