Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh", said Hagrid. “Harry — yer a wizard.
Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to help them. 'Er-shall I make a cup of tea?' said Ron. Harry stared at him. 'It's what my mum does whenever someone's upset,' Ron muttered, shrugging.
Worst that can happen is Hagrid’ll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry. . . did I say worst? I meant best.
Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.
Killed?" said Hagrid loudly, staring down at Harry. "Snape killed? What're yeh on abou', Harry?" "Dumbledore," said Harry. "Snape killed. . . Dumbledore.
Ah, well, people can be stupid abou' their pets," said Hagrid wisely.
I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "What's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?" "Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and scratched his beard. 'Shouldn'ta lost me temper,' he said ruefully, 'but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do.
I'm a what?" gasped Harry. "A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "an' a thumpin' good'un I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be?
Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!
What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.
'You all righ'?' he said gruffly. 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'No, yeh're not,' said Hagrid. 'Of course yeh're not. But yeh will be. '
Never be ashamed! There's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth bothering with.