The door opened slightly, and Hagrid peered out suspiciously. When he saw who it was, he opened the door properly, and ushered Percy in. Percy could see that the enormous man was upset; he kept dabbing at his red eyes with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth, and making half-hearted attempts to stall as he wrestled Norbert into a crate. Percy kept an eye on his watch and an eye on the door, and waited, wishing he had any idea how to be usefully sympathetic.