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"
You
think
it
--
wise
--
to
trust
Hagrid
with
something
as
important
as
this
?
"
"
I
would
trust
Hagrid
with
my
life
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
I
'm
not
saying
his
heart
is
n't
in
the
right
place
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
grudgingly
,
"
but
you
ca
n't
pretend
he
's
not
careless
.
He
does
tend
to
--
what
was
that
?
"
A
low
rumbling
sound
had
broken
the
silence
around
them
.
It
grew
steadily
louder
as
they
looked
up
and
down
the
street
for
some
sign
of
a
headlight
;
it
swelled
to
a
roar
as
they
both
looked
up
at
the
sky
--
and
a
huge
motorcycle
fell
out
of
the
air
and
landed
on
the
road
in
front
of
them
.
If
the
motorcycle
was
huge
,
it
was
nothing
to
the
man
sitting
astride
it
.
He
was
almost
twice
as
tall
as
a
normal
man
and
at
least
five
times
as
wide
.
He
looked
simply
too
big
to
be
allowed
,
and
so
wild
--
long
tangles
of
bushy
black
hair
and
beard
hid
most
of
his
face
,
he
had
hands
the
size
of
trash
can
lids
,
and
his
feet
in
their
leather
boots
were
like
baby
dolphins
.
In
his
vast
,
muscular
arms
he
was
holding
a
bundle
of
blankets
.
"
Hagrid
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
sounding
relieved
.
"
At
last
.
And
where
did
you
get
that
motorcycle
?
"
"
Borrowed
it
,
Professor
Dumbledore
,
sir
,
"
said
the
giant
,
climbing
carefully
off
the
motorcycle
as
he
spoke
.
"
Young
Sirius
Black
lent
it
to
me
.
I
've
got
him
,
sir
.
"
"
No
problems
,
were
there
?
"
"
No
,
sir
--
house
was
almost
destroyed
,
but
I
got
him
out
all
right
before
the
Muggles
started
swarmin
'
around
.
He
fell
asleep
as
we
was
flyin
'
over
Bristol
.
"
Dumbledore
and
Professor
McGonagall
bent
forward
over
the
bundle
of
blankets
.
Inside
,
just
visible
,
was
a
baby
boy
,
fast
asleep
.
Under
a
tuft
of
jet-black
hair
over
his
forehead
they
could
see
a
curiously
shaped
cut
,
like
a
bolt
of
lightning
.
