Early in the morning, Harry was jolted awake by the earthquake caused by Hagrid moving around the room.
Harry opened his eyes and saw that the sky outside was still dark.
Dazed, Harry said, "Why are you up so early?"
Hagrid was fiddling with his stove, apparently boiling water.
Hagrid turned around with a grin. "I was already moving as quietly as I could. Didn't expect to wake you anyway. I usually get up around this time. If you're still sleepy, go back to sleep for a while."
Harry said helplessly, "Forget it. It's not that early anyway."
Harry had always thought he got up early, but compared to Hagrid, there was still quite a gap. Harry had wanted to ask whether he wasn't cold, but seeing his thick fur and the layers of fat covering his body, he swallowed the question.
After getting up, Harry tidied his bedding.
Hagrid had already brought the water to a boil. He poured the hot water into a small pot, and before long, a fragrant aroma drifted through the room.
Harry poured himself a cup. It tasted sweet.
Hagrid hadn't been like this before.
Harry had changed all of it. When Harry and Hermione had first arrived, Hagrid would always brew them tea with some strange-smelling tree roots. Harry truly couldn't stand it, so he threw all that stuff away and bought Hagrid plenty of tea leaves commonly used by wizarding families.
Now Hagrid had grown fond of this tea.
A cup of hot tea warmed Harry from the inside out.
Then Harry sent his rolled-up quilt back to Gryffindor. Little Cutie was wrapped in the middle of it, with only its head sticking out. It seemed quite interested in floating through the air and kept trying to crawl out.