hi&ot;
&ot;you thk it -- wise -- to trt hagrid with thg as
iportant as this?&ot;
i would trt hagrid with y life,&ot; said dubledore
&ot;i≈39; not sayg his heart isn≈39;t the right pce,&ot; said
profesr cgonagall grudggly, &ot;but you can≈39;t pretend he≈39;s not
careless he does tend to -- what was that?&ot;
a low rublg und had broken the silence around the it grew
steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for sign
of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the
sky -- and a hu otorcycle fell out of the air and nded on the
road front of the
if the otorcycle was hu, it was nothg to the an sittg
astride it he was alost ice as tall as a noral an and at
least five tis as wide he looked siply too big to be allowed,
and wild - long tangles of bhy bck hair and beard hid ost of
his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet
their leather boots were like baby dolphs his vast, cur
ars he was holdg a bundle of bnkets
&ot;hagrid,&ot; said dubledore, undg relieved &ot;at st and
where did you t that otorcycle?&ot;
&ot;borrowed it, profesr dubledore, sit,&ot; said the giant,
clibg carefully off the otorcycle as he spoke &ot;young siri
bck lent it to i≈39;ve got hi, sir&ot;
&ot;no probles, were there?&ot;
&ot;no, sir -- hoe was alost destroyed, but i got hi out all
right before the les started swar≈39; around he fell asleep
as we was fly≈39; over bristol&ot;
dubledore and profesr cgonagall bent forward over the bundle
of bnkets side, jt visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep under
a tuft of jet-bck hair over his forehead they uld see a curioly
shaped cut, like a bolt of lightng
&ot;is that where -?&ot; whispered profesr cgonagall
&ot;yes,&ot; said dubledore &ot;he≈39;ll have that scar forever&ot;
&ot;uldn≈39;t you do thg about it, dubledore?&ot;
&ot;even if i uld, i wouldn≈39;t scars can e handy i have
one yself above y left knee that is a perfect ap of the london
underground well -- give hi here, hagrid -- we≈39;d better t this
over with&ot;
dubledore took harry his ars and turned toward the dursleys≈39;
hoe
&ot;uld i -- uld i say good-bye to hi, sir?&ot; asked hagrid he
bent his great, y head over harry and gave hi what t have
been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss then, suddenly, hagrid let
out a howl like a wounded dog
&ot;shhh!&ot; hissed profesr cgonagall, &ot;you≈39;ll wake the les!&ot;
&ot;s-s-rry,&ot; bbed hagrid, takg out a r, spotted
handkerchief and buryg his face it &ot;but i c-c-can≈39;t stand it
-- lily an≈39; jas dead -- an≈39; poor little harry off ter live with
les -&ot;
&ot;yes, yes, it≈39;s all very sad, but t a grip on yourself, hagrid,
or we≈39;ll be found,&ot; profesr cgonagall whi
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