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He hardly seemed to know what he was doing. He nearly extinguished the fire, spilling water from the kettle on it, and then smashed the teapot with a nervous jerk of his massive hand.
stood, terrified, waiting. There was a strange rumbling noise and then silence.
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"Oh, I heard, all righ'," said Hagrid, a slight break in his voice.
"Oh, it's you," she said when she saw Harry. "What do you want this time?"
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"I - I really never - you may have misunderstood -"
Ginny looked as though she couldn't find the right words.
The teams walked onto the field to tumultuous applause. Oliver Wood took off for a warm-up flight around the goal posts; Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuffs, who played in canary yellow, were standing in a huddle, having a last-minute discussion of tactics.
Harry lowered Ginny back onto the floor, unable to hold her up any longer.
"You wrote them!" Harry shouted.
"Shut up," said Harry frantically. "It'll hear you."
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead -- an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
"Put you in Gryffindor," said Dumbledore calmly. "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many qualities Salazar Slytherin prized in his hand- picked students. His own very rare gift, Parseltongue - resourcefulness - determination -- a certain disregard for rules," he added, his mustache quivering again. "Yet the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor. You know why that was. Think."
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls) -- The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.（央视记者 徐海霞）