"Hagrid, we’ve got to go back, we’ve got to go back!" he yelled over the thunderous roar of the engine, pulling out his wand, ramming Hedwig’s cage on the floor, refusing to believe that Hedwig was dead. "Hagrid, TURN ROUND!"
And it’s codswallop to boot. “Dirty blood.” Why, there isn’t a wizard alive today that’s not half-blood or less. More to the point, they’ve yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can’t do. Come ‘ere. Don’t you think on it, Hermione. Don’t you think on it for one minute.