Devereux walked out of Hagrid's hut cellar looking rather disheveled, casually casting a scourgify on himself to sweep away all the ash and dirt clinging to his clothes.
He slipped his Wand back into his belt and turned to give Hagrid a few final reminders about precautions.
Hagrid was beaming from ear to ear, a tender, lovesick look in his eyes, and had barely taken in a single word.
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