“I don't know,” she said, frowning. “Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be - well - human.”
“Plenty, plenty,” said Slughorn, who, Harry saw, was carrying an armful of leafy plants. “This should allow for a few leaves for each of my third-years, and some to spare if anybody over-stews them... well, good evening to you, and many thanks again!”
and the aerial ship rose in the air with the aeronaut and the basket
"If you really want it," said he.
A great wave of relief broke over Harry. Here at last was proof that he had not imagined these creatures, that they were real: Hagrid knew about them too. He looked eagerly at Ron, but Ron was still staring around into the trees and after a few seconds he whispered, ‘Why doesn't Hagrid call again?’
into their family, are commonly more worthy, than most that succeed: so the first