underground. well -- give him here, hagrid -- wed better get this
over with.”
dumbledore took harry in his arms aoward the dursleys
house.
”could i -- could i say good-bye to him, sir?” asked hagrid. he
be, shaggy head ave him what must have
beechy, whiskery kiss. then, suddenly, hagrid let
out a howl like a wounded dog.
”shhh!” hissed prall, ”youll wake the muggles!”
”s-s-sorry,” sobbed hagrid, taking e, spotted
handkerd burying his fa it. ”but i t stand it
-- lily an james dead -- an poor little harry off ter live with
muggles -”
”yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip rid,
or well be found,” prall whispered, patting hagrid
gihe arm as dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall
ahe front door. he laid harry gently oep,
took a letter out of his cloak, tuside harrys blas,
and theo the other two. for a full mihree of
them stood ahe little bundle; hagrids shoulders shook,
prall blinked furiously, awinkling light
that usually shone from dumbledores eyes seemed to have go.
”well,” said dumbledore finally, ”thats that. weve no business
staying here. we may as well go and joiions.”
”yeah,” said hagrid in a very muffled voice, ”ill be takin
sirius his bike back. gnight, prall -- professor
dumbledore, sir.”
wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, hagrid swung
himself oord kicked the eo life; with
a roar it rose into the air and off i.
”i shall see you soo, prall,” said
dumbledore, nodding to her. prall blew her nose
in reply.
dumbledore turned and walked ba the street. on the er
he stopped and took out the silver put-outer. he clice,
and twelve balls of li