him.”
”you think it -- wise -- trid with something as
important as this?”
i wrid with my life,” said dumbledore.
”im not sayi isnt i place,” said
prall grudgingly, ”but you t pretend hes not
careless. he does tend to -- what was that?”
a l sound had broken the silehem. it grew
steadily louder as they looked up and dow fn
of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the
sky -- aorcycle fell out of the air ahe
road in front of them.
if the motorcycle was huge, it was nothiing
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 blad beard hid most of
his face, he had hands the size of trash lids, a in
their leather boots were like baby dolphins. in his vast, muscular
arms he was holding a bundle of blas.
”hagrid,” said dumbledore, soundi last. and
where did you get that motorcycle?”
”borrowed it, professor dumbledore, sit,” said the giant,
g carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. ”young sirius
blat it to me. ive got him, sir.”
”no problems, were there?”
”no, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but i got him out all
right befgles started swarmin around. he fell asleep
as we was flyiol.”
dumbledore and prall bent forward over the bundle
of blas. i 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.
”is that where -?” whispered prall.
”yes,” said dumbledore. ”hell have that scar forever.”
”t you do something about it, dumbledore?”
”even if i could, i wouldnt. s e in handy. i have
one myself above my left k is a perfect map of the london