Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys’ house.
‘Could I – could I say goodbye to him, sir?’ asked Hagrid.
He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. ‘Shhh!’ hissed Professor McGonagall. ‘You’ll wake the Muggles!’
At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
“Password?” she said. “Caput Draconis” said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it — Neville needed a leg up — and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.
‘As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won’t kill yet,’ she said calmly, as though she’d just don’t nothing more exciting than water a begonia. ‘However they will knock you out for several hours, and as I’m sure none of you want to miss your first day back, make sure your earmuffs are securely in place while you work. I’ll attract your attention when it is time to pack up.’ _Professor Sprout