" It's nuthin, it's nuthin! " said Hagrid hastily, shutting the door behind them and hurrying to close all the curtains, but Hermione continued to gaze up at him in horror.
You ain' nuthin' but a mule in hawse harness. You kin polish a mule's feet an' shine his hide an' put brass all over his harness an' hitch him ter a fine cah'ige. But he a mule jes' de same.
Uncle Peter gave her a withering look. " Us ain' had nuthin' ter do wid Mist' Henry fer y'ars, an' us is too ole ter start now" . He turned back to the girls, who were trying to suppress their smiles.