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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
It
's
nuthin
'
,
it
's
nuthin
'
!
'
said
Hagrid
hastily
,
shutting
the
door
behind
them
and
hurrying
to
close
all
the
curtains
,
but
Hermione
continued
to
gaze
up
at
him
in
horror
.
Hagrid
's
hair
was
matted
with
congealed
blood
and
his
left
eye
had
been
reduced
to
a
puffy
slit
amid
a
mass
of
purple
and
black
bruising
.
There
were
many
cuts
on
his
face
and
hands
,
some
of
them
still
bleeding
,
and
he
was
moving
gingerly
,
which
made
Harry
suspect
broken
ribs
.
It
was
obvious
that
he
had
only
just
got
home
:
a
thick
black
travelling
cloak
lay
over
the
back
of
a
chair
and
a
haversack
large
enough
to
carry
several
small
children
leaned
against
the
wall
inside
the
door
.
Hagrid
himself
,
twice
the
size
of
a
normal
man
,
was
now
limping
over
to
the
fire
and
placing
a
copper
kettle
over
it
.
'
What
happened
to
you
?
'
Harry
demanded
,
while
Fang
danced
around
them
all
,
trying
to
lick
their
faces
.
'
Told
yeh
,
nuthin
'
,
'
said
Hagrid
firmly
.
'
Want
a
cuppa
?
'
'
Come
off
it
,
'
said
Ron
,
'
you
're
in
a
right
state
!
'
'
I
'm
tellin
'
yeh
,
I
'm
fine
,
'
said
Hagrid
,
straightening
up
and
turning
to
beam
at
them
all
,
but
wincing
.
'
Blimey
,
it
's
good
ter
see
yeh
three
again
--
had
good
summers
,
did
yeh
?
'
'
Hagrid
,
you
've
been
attacked
!
'
said
Ron
.
'
Fer
the
las
'
time
,
it
's
nuthin
'
!
'
said
Hagrid
firmly
.
'
Would
you
say
it
was
nothing
if
one
of
us
turned
up
with
a
pound
of
mince
instead
of
a
face
?
'
Ron
demanded
.
