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The only odd thing Hagrid's noticed is a very odd machine rolling across the grass, apparently cutting it down to an even level. Someone he didn't recognize was riding on top of it, but then, strange things were the norm around here, so he left them to it.

He is too busy with his new arrival to care about anything else. He is sitting in a huge wooden chair in front of his hut, trying to tempt the tiny dragon with a dropperful of brandy, and cooing at him with misty eyes.