Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone - Chapter Fourteen: Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
“Well, I’ve bin doin’ some readin’,” said Hagrid, pulling a large book from under his pillow. “Got this outta the library — Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit — it’s a bit outta date, o’ course, but it’s all in here. Keep the egg in the fire, ’cause their mothers breathe on ’em, see, an’ when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o’ brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An’ see here — how ter recognize diff ’rent eggs — what I got there’s a Norwegian Ridgeback. They’re rare, them.”
He looked very pleased with himself, but Hermione didn’t.
“Hagrid, you live in a wooden house,” she said.
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mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that's when you get shooting stars
Bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage.
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i wish i had a home somewhere in northern italy where i can spend my summers reading books, biking through the country, and eating fresh fruit all day
