"Com 'ere, Curly!" Hagrid cooed. "Ain't cha a pretty little thing?"
The massive brown form slithered and undulated beneath the surface of the water.
"I got somfin' real nice for ya." He promised as a thick, wet tentacle reached up and smacked him so hard in the side of the head it knocked his huge body to the ground.
Hagrid chuckled as he picked himself off the ground and dusted himself off. He pulled a large dead mackerel out of the inside pocket of his massive overcoat.
"Here ya go!" He announced as he threw the rank fish into the lake.