Once Norbert - now the size of a dog - had been packed into the crate with blankets and pillows and a teddy bear he had immediately shredded, Percy gave Hagrid five more minutes to be sentimental ("'E's gonna miss his mummy!") and then, glancing regretfully at his watch, said, "It's a quarter after eleven, Hagrid, I've got to get him up to the tower now." Hagrid nodded tearfully, waving at the little dragon through the slats of the crate, and Percy wished yet again that he had any idea how to make sad people feel better. "Locomotor Norbert!" he said, pointing his wand at the crate, and it lifted gently into the air.