Harry Potter 01 - Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

snout.
    ‘Isn’t he beautiful? ’ Hagrid murmured. He reached out a hand to stroke the dragon’s head. It snapped at his fingers, showing pointed fangs.
    ‘Bless him, look, he knows his mummy!’ said Hagrid.
    ‘Hagrid,’ said Hermione, ‘how fast do Norwegian Ridgebacks grow, exactly?’
    Hagrid was about to answer when the colour suddenly drained from his face – he leapt to his feet and ran to the window.
    ‘What’s the matter?’
    ‘Someone was lookin’ through the gap in the curtains – it’s a kid – he’s runnin’ back up ter the school.’
    Harry bolted to the door and looked out. Even at a distance there was no mistaking him.
    Malfoy had seen the dragon.
    *
    Something about the smile lurking on Malfoy’s face during the next week made Harry, Ron and Hermione very nervous. They spent most of their free time in Hagrid’s darkened hut, trying to reason with him.
    ‘Just let him go,’ Harry urged. ‘Set him free.’
    ‘I can’t,’ said Hagrid. ‘He’s too little. He’d die.’
    They looked at the dragon. It had grown three times in length in just a week. Smoke kept furling out of its nostrils. Hagrid hadn’t been doing his gamekeeping duties because the dragon was keeping him so busy. There were empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor.
    ‘I’ve decided to call him Norbert,’ said Hagrid, looking at the dragon with misty eyes. ‘He really knows me now, watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where’s Mummy?’
    ‘He’s lost his marbles,’ Ron muttered in Harry’s ear.
    ‘Hagrid,’ said Harry loudly, ‘give it a fortnight and Norbert’s going to be as long as your house. Malfoy could go to Dumbledore at any moment.’
    Hagrid bit his lip.
    ‘I – I know I can’t keep him for ever, but I can’t jus’ dump him, I can’t.’
    Harry suddenly turned to Ron.
    ‘Charlie,’ he said.
    ‘You’re losing it, too,’ said Ron. ‘I’m Ron, remember?’
    ‘No – Charlie – your brother Charlie. In Romania. Studying dragons. We could send Norbert to him. Charlie can take care of him and then put him back in the wild!’
    ‘Brilliant!’ said Ron. ‘How about it, Hagrid?’
    And in the end, Hagrid agreed that they could send an owl to Charlie to ask him.
    *
    The following week dragged by. Wednesday night found Hermione and Harry sitting alone in the common room, long after everyone else had gone to bed. The clock on the wall had just chimed midnight when the portrait hole burst open. Ron appeared out of nowhere as he pulled off Harry’s Invisibility Cloak. He had been down at Hagrid’s hut, helping him feed Norbert, who was now eating dead rats by the crate.
    ‘It bit me!’ he said, showing them his hand, which was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief. ‘I’m not going to be able to hold a quill for a week. I tell you, that dragon’s the most horrible animal I’ve ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you’d think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit. When it bit me he told me off for frightening it. And when I left, he was singing it a lullaby.’
    There was a tap on the dark window.
    ‘It’s Hedwig!’ said Harry, hurrying to let her in. ‘She’ll have Charlie’s answer!’
    The three of them put their heads together to read the note.
     
    Dear Ron,
    How are you? Thanks for the letter – I’d be glad to take the Norwegian Ridgeback, but it won’t be easy getting him here. I think the best thing will be to send him over with some friends of mine who are coming to visit me next week. Trouble is, they mustn’t be seen carrying an illegal dragon.
    Could you get the Ridgeback up the tallest tower at midnight on Saturday? They can meet you there and take him away while it’s still dark.
    Send me an answer as soon as possible.
    Love,
    Charlie
     
    They looked at each other.
    ‘We’ve got the Invisibility Cloak,’ said Harry. ‘It shouldn’t be too difficult – I think the Cloak’s big enough to cover two of us and Norbert.’
    It was a mark of how bad the last week had been that the other two agreed with him. Anything to get rid of Norbert – and Malfoy.
    *
    There was a hitch. By next morning, Ron’s bitten hand had swollen to twice its usual size. He didn’t know whether it was safe to go to Madam Pomfrey – would she recognise a dragon bite? By the afternoon, though, he had no choice. The cut had turned a nasty shade of green. It looked as if Norbert’s fangs were poisonous.
    Harry and Hermione rushed up to the hospital wing at the