"You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

 

I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

 

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall

grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to -- what

was that?"

 

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder

as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled

to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of

the air and landed on the road in front of them.

 

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was

almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked

simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and

beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his

feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms

he was holding a bundle of blankets.

 

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get

that motorcycle?"

 

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off