Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harry’s list again.
“Just yer wand left - A yeah, an’ I still haven’t got yeh a birthday
present.”

Harry felt himself go red.
“You don’t have to —”

“I know I don’t have to. Tell yeh what, I’ll get yer animal. Not a toad,
toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh’d be laughed at - an’ I don’
like cats, they make me sneeze. I’ll get yer an owl. All the kids want
owls, they’re dead useful, carry yer mail an’ everythin’.”

Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been
dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now
carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with
her head under her wing. He couldn’t stop stammering his thanks,
sounding just like Professor Quirrell.