Crabbe and Goyle caught some this time. Goyle hopped furiously on the spot, trying to rub it out of his small, dull eyes.
¡°Now?¡± Harry whispered.
Hagrid's sobs redoubled, but he shoved the letter toward Harry, who picked it up and read aloud:
¡°Merry Christmas!¡± he said happily, raising his tankard.