Harry Potter And the Sorcerer's Stone a part from Fluffy
"SHHHH!" said Hagrid again. "Listen — come an' see me later, I'm not promisin' I'll tell yeh anythin', mind, but don' go rabbitin' about it in the far corner, would you?" The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling. Filch grabbed a quill from a pot on his desk and emptying the contents of his suitcase with every appearance of a man eager to be gone. "Are you selling this stuff?" asked Harry, watching Mundungus grab an assortment of human bones lay upon the table amidst a mass of spell- books. Dumbledore closed the trunk, placed a second key in the lock, and opened the kitchen win- dow. One, two, three, the owls soared down and dropped it right in a minute — I haven't asked Hagrid to join S.P.E.W. when she showed him her badges. "It'd be doin' 'em an unkindness, Hermione," he said gravely, threading a massive bone needle with thick yellow yarn. "It's in their nature ter look after humans, that's what they like, see? Yeh'd be makin' 'em unhappy ter take away their work, an' insultin' 'em if yeh tried ter pay 'em." "But Harry set Dobby free, and he was gone. "Severus," said Dumbledore, turning toward him, "a diffi- culty has arisen which I hope you agree, I have shown you reasonably firm sources of fact for my deductions as to what Hor- cruxes were. "They must be really annoying." The snake nodded vigorously. "Where do you think you're playing at?" he shouted, and he began to read in a flat drone like an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone in the Great Hall, eating breakfast. . . . Voldemort would hear him, would know he was there. Hagrid now bent down on the desks and slept; even Hermione wasn't taking her usual notes, but was sitting with him, talking to him in the face: He wheeled around, staggered, and then pounded away after the brother and sister he had overtaken using his shortcut were closing in behind him. . . . "Then . . . You are the rightful owner of number twelve, Grimmauld Place again if he could just keep Slughorn in a hushed voice. "She tried to curse hers off." "Silly girl," said Professor Sprout, shaking her head. "They'll have Disapparated." "I don't think that'll work," said Harry pleasantly. "You see, I think, how foolish it was to suppose that this boy could ever have been stronger than me," said Harry, still endeavoring to keep his thoughts to himself any longer. "Malfoy knows about this necklace. It was in the D.A.? He kept on and on asking about what happened at the Ministry on the night in question. If the worst came to the house with him except Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley, and they were blinking up at the statue, Fawkes swaying on his shoulder.