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... unt the hundreds of times he'd said that.
Hagrid was still holding Xiaolong in one hand and holding the handkerchief in the other, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"No, it's too small, I can't, it will die."
Hagrid put aside his job of guarding the hunting grounds because the dragons kept him busy. The floor was littered with empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers.
"I decided to call it Norbert," Hagrid said, looking at the dragon with teary eyes, "it ...
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