A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with."

一阵低沉的隆隆声打破了周围的寂静。当他们朝街上望去希望找到到蛛丝马迹时，那声音越变越大，最后成了一阵轰鸣声，而且是从他们头顶上发出来的。他们抬头一看，只见空中一架巨大的飞行摩托车缓缓地降落在他们面前的空地上。

　　如果这架飞行摩托车算是巨型的话，那么它跟里面的人比起来简直算不了什么。 这个人几乎有常人的两倍那么高，5倍那么宽。他看上去简直不符合常人的想象，而且十分野蛮——长长的像灌木丛似的黑发和胡子遮住了他的大半个脸。他的手有垃圾桶盖那么大，他的那双穿在皮靴里的脚就像两只小海豚。他的巨大的、肌肉发达的手臂上抱着一团毛毯包住的东西。

　　"哈格力，"丹伯多说话了，他的声音听上去像是松了一口气。

　　"你来了，你从哪里搞来这样一辆飞行摩托车的？""我借的，丹伯多教授。"巨人说话了，一边说一边小心翼翼地下了车。"年轻的布莱克爵士借给我的。我已经接到他了。""路上还顺利吧？"

　　"不完全是。我到时房子几乎全被摧毁了，好在我赶在马格人之前救出了他。

　　我们飞过布里斯多的时候他睡得可香了。"

　　丹伯多和麦康娜教授俯下身去看那一团毛毯。毛毯里面，一个男婴正甜甜地睡着。在他前额一簇漆黑的头发底下他们看到一道形状奇特的疤痕，好像一道闪电似的。

　　"这就是……"麦康娜教授小声问道。

"是的。"丹伯多说。"他将永远保留那道疤痕。"

"难道你不能想想法子消掉它吗，丹伯多？"

　　"就算我想到了，我也不会做的。那道疤痕是很有用的。我左膝上有一块伦敦地铁地图。把他给我，哈格力——我们还是快点结束我们的任务吧。"