look a lot like yet dad, but yehve got yet moms eyes.”
unade a funny rasping noise.
i demand that you leave at o!” he said. ”y
aering!”
”ah, shut up, dursley, yeh great pruhe giant; he
reached over the back of the sun out of uncle
vernons hao a knot as easily as if it had been
made of rubber, ao a er of the room.
unade another funny noise, like a mouse being
trodden on.
”anyway -- harry,” said the giant, turning his ba the
dursleys, ”a very happy birthday to yeh. got summat fer yeh here --
i mighta sat on it at some point, but itll taste all right.”
from a of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly
squashed box. harry opeh trembling fingers. inside was a
large, sticky chocolate cake y birthday harry written on
it in green ig.
harry looked up at the giao say thank you, but the
wot lost oo his mouth, and what he said instead was,
”who are you?”
the giant chuckled.
”true, i havent introduced meself. rubeus hagrid, keeper of
keys and grounds at hogwarts.”
he held out an enormous hand and shook harrys whole arm.
”what about that tea then, eh?” he said, rubbing his hands
together. ”id not say stronger if yehve got it,
mind.”
his eyes fell oe with the shriveled chip bags in
it aed. he bent dowhe fireplace; they t see
what he was doing but when he drew bad later, there was
a r fire there. it filled the hut with flig
light and harry felt the warmth wash over him as though hed sunk
into a hot bath.
the giant sat ba the sofa, which sagged under his
weight, aaking all sorts of things out of the pockets of
his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker,
a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid
that he took a swig from bef to make tea. soo
was full of the sound and smell of si