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"
It
's
what
my
mum
does
whenever
someone
's
upset
,
"
Ron
muttered
,
shrugging
.
At
last
,
after
many
more
assurances
of
help
,
with
a
steaming
mug
of
tea
in
front
of
him
,
Hagrid
blew
his
nose
on
a
handkerchief
the
size
of
a
tablecloth
and
said
,
"
Yer
right
.
I
can
'
afford
to
go
ter
pieces
.
Got
ta
pull
meself
together
...
"
Fang
the
boarhound
came
timidly
out
from
under
the
table
and
laid
his
head
on
Hagrid
's
knee
.
"
I
've
not
bin
meself
lately
,
"
said
Hagrid
,
stroking
Fang
with
one
hand
and
mopping
his
face
with
the
other
.
"
Worried
abou
'
Buckbeak
,
an
'
no
one
likin
'
me
classes
--
"
"
We
do
like
them
!
"
lied
Hermione
at
once
.
"
Yeah
,
they
're
great
!
"
said
Ron
,
crossing
his
fingers
under
the
table
.
"
Er
--
how
are
the
flobberworms
?
"
"
Dead
,
"
said
Hagrid
gloomily
.
"
Too
much
lettuce
.
"
"
Oh
no
!
"
said
Ron
,
his
lip
twitching
.
"
An
'
them
Dementors
make
me
feel
ruddy
terrible
an
'
all
,
"
said
Hagrid
,
with
a
sudden
shudder
.
"
Got
ta
walk
past
'em
ev
'
ry
time
I
want
a
drink
in
the
Three
Broomsticks
.
'S
like
bein
'
back
in
Azkaban
--
"
