"I thought it had already gone extinct..." Mrs. Granger's tone was rather complicated. "I never imagined... never imagined... it's what you call a... magical creature?"
"Of course the Crumple-Horned Snorkack is a magical creature!" Hagrid grinned. "These little fellas are clever as anything! The moment they run into danger, they vanish from the spot with a 'pop' and turn up somewhere safe!"
"They're especially smart, too! Look, me, Vizet, and Luna get along well with them. As soon as we call their names, they show up right away, and sometimes they even share food they've found with us!"
Fred and George leaned in beside Vizet and lowered their voices into strange croaks. "Do they really like you that much?"
Fleur Delacour checked the time. "Everyone, shouldn't we pass through the security check first and then find somewhere to have a proper chat? I can also have the kitchen prepare some snacks."
"Oh! Right you are!" Hagrid sprang to his feet, waving his enormous hand to usher everyone along. "You're the stars today! Go on, then, and don't hold up the important business!"
The Crumple-Horned Snorkack had still been playing with the Baby Thunderbird on the table, and the gust of wind Hagrid's swinging arm stirred up instantly sent it flying.
The Baby Thunderbird was the same, though it had the advantage of its body; with a turn, it used its long tail to steady its balance and hovered in midair.
Just as the Crumple-Horned Snorkack was about to hit the wall, it returned to the table with a "pop," then bounced up and chirped a few times at the Baby Thunderbird, as if sharing what had just happened.
The group had just walked out of the room when they saw Rita Skeeter standing at the door. "Vizet, is it convenient