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"
Ar
,
not
bad
.
Bin
busy
,
we
got
some
newborn
unicorns
,
I
'll
show
yeh
when
yeh
get
back
--
"
Harry
avoided
Ron
's
and
Hermione
's
gazes
as
Hagrid
rummaged
in
his
pocket
.
"
Here
,
Harry
--
couldn
'
think
what
ter
get
yeh
,
but
then
I
remembered
this
.
"
He
pulled
out
a
small
,
slightly
furry
drawstring
pouch
with
a
long
string
,
evidently
intended
to
be
worn
around
the
neck
.
"
Mokeskin
.
Hide
anythin
'
in
there
an
'
no
one
but
the
owner
can
get
it
out
.
They
're
rare
,
them
.
"
"
Hagrid
,
thanks
!
"
"
'S
'n
othin
'
,
"
said
Hagrid
with
a
wave
of
a
dustbin-lid-sized
hand
.
"
An
'
there
's
Charlie
!
Always
liked
him
--
hey
!
Charlie
!
"
Charlie
approached
,
running
his
hand
slightly
ruefully
over
his
new
,
brutally
short
haircut
.
He
was
shorter
than
Ron
,
thickset
,
with
a
number
of
burns
and
scratches
up
his
muscley
arms
.
"
Hi
,
Hagrid
,
how
's
it
going
?
"
"
Bin
meanin
'
ter
write
fer
ages
.
How
's
Norbert
doin
'
?
"
"
Norbert
?
"
Charlie
laughed
.
"
The
Norwegian
Ridgeback
?
We
call
her
Norberta
now
.
"
"
Wha
--
Norbert
's
a
girl
?
"
"
Oh
yeah
,
"
said
Charlie
.
"
How
can
you
tell
?
"
asked
Hermione
.
