Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.

"Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead -- an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!"

    丹伯多接过小哈利，径直向杜斯利家走去。

    "我可以——我可以同他道别吗？"哈格力问。

　　他弯下他巨大的，毛茸茸的脸，给了哈利一个扎人的、带有威士忌酒味的亲吻。

　　接着他像一只受伤的拘一样哀号了一声。

　　"嘘！"麦康娜教授轻声地说，"你会把马格人吵醒的！""对——对不起！"哈格力呜咽着，掏出一块巨大的肮脏的手绢把自己整个脸部埋了进去。"我——我只是忍不住——莉莉和杰姆斯都死了——可怜的小哈利必须同马格人生活在一起——""没错，这的确让人伤心。可是你要小心，哈格力，不然我们会被发现的。"麦康娜教授低声说道，然后拍了拍哈格力的手臂。

　　此时丹伯多正走过花园围墙，向正门走去。他轻轻地把哈利放在台阶上后，从披风里掏出一封信塞在裹着哈利的毛毯内便转身回来。

　　他们三人注视着那团毛毯足足有一分钟。哈格力的肩头不停地抖动着，麦康娜教授生气地瞪着他，丹伯多的眼中则好像马上就会有泪水夺眶而出。

　　"好了，"丹伯多最后说道，"事情办完了，我们可以走了，说不定我们还赶得上庆祝活动呢！""没错，"哈格力轻声地说。"我先要把爵士的车还给他。晚安，丹伯多教授、麦康娜教授。"用短外衣的袖子擦干眼睛后，哈格力跳上飞行摩托车并发动它，只听见一声轰鸣，车子升入空中并且很快地消失在夜色中。

　　"希望我们后会有期，麦康娜教授。"丹伯多说，一边点头示意。麦康娜教授抽动了一下鼻子算是回应。

　　丹伯多转身走向街道。走到拐角时，他掏出那只银色的打火机只点了一下，那十二盏街灯便全部亮起来，照得整条普里怀特街像白昼一样。这时，他看见一只胖胖的猫消失在街道另一头的拐角处。那团毛毯也好好地放在四号门的台阶上。

　　"哈利，祝你好运。"他低声说，接着他跺了一下脚踉，一抖地的披风，便转眼间消失了。

　　微风轻抚着幽静、整洁的普里怀特街，离奇的事情正是在这种环境下发生的。

　　哈利·波特在毛毯里打了个转身，但并没有醒过来，他的小手旁边还放着那封信。

　　他只是这样睡着，并不知道自己原来这样特殊，这么有名。他也不知道几小时后他就会被杜斯利夫人的尖叫惊醒，几个星期后他将被他的表兄达德里又捏又掐……他不知道正在那时，全国的巫师正秘密聚集在一起，举起手中的酒杯默默地说道："为哈利·波特干杯！