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”still got yer letter, harry?” he asked as he ted
stitches. harry took the parvelope out of his pocket.
”good,” said hagrid. ”theres a list there
yeh need.”
harry unfolded a sed piece of paper he hadnt he
night before, and read:
hogwarts school of witd wizardry
uniform
first-year students will require:
1. three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. one plai (black) for day wear
3. one pair of protective glon hide or similar)
4. oer cloak (black, silver fastenings)
please all pupils clothes should ame tags
course books
all students should have a copy of each of the following:
the standard book of spells (grade 1) by miranda goshawk
a histic by bathilda bagshot
magical theory by adalbert waffling
a beginners guide turatioch
ohousand magical herbs and fungi by phyllida spore
magical drafts and potions by arsenius jigger
fas ao fi sder
the dark fuide to self-prote by quentin trimble
other equipment
ewter, sta
glass or crystal phials
telescope set
brass scales
students may als an owl or a cat or a toad
parehat first years are heir
own broomsticks
” we buy all this in london?” harry wondered aloud.
”if yeh ko go,” said hagrid.
harry had o lohough hagrid seemed
to knoas going, he was obviously ing
there in an ordinary way. he got stu the ticket barrier on the
underground, and plained loudly that the seats were too small
aoo slow.
”i dont know how the muggles ma magic,” he said
as they climbed a brokeor that led up to a bustling
road lih shops.
hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all harry had
to do close behind him. they passed book shops and music
stores, hamburger restaurants a looked
as if it could sell you a magid. this was just an ordinary
street full of ordinary people. could there really be piles of
wizard gold buried miles behere really shops
that sold spell books and broomsticks? might this not all be some
huge joke that the dursleys had cooked up? if harry hadnt known
that the dursleys had no sense ht have thought so;
yet somehow, evehing hagrid had told him so far was
unbelievable, harry t help trusting him.
”this is it,” said hagrid, ing to a halt, ”the leaky
. its a famous place.”
it was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. if hagrid hadnt poi
out, harry wouldnt have was there. the pe
by didnt glaheir eyes slid from the big book shop on
ohe record shop ohey t see the
leaky at all. in fact, harry had the most peculiar feeling
that only he and hagrid could see it. before he ention this,
hagrid had steered him inside.
for a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. a few old women
were sitting in a er, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. one
of them was smoking a lole man in a top hat was
talkiender, who was quite bald and looked like a
toothless walnut. the low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked
in. everyoo know hagrid; they waved a him,
aender reached flass, saying, ”the usual, hagrid?”
”t, tom, im on hogwarts business,” said hagrid, g
his great hand on harrys shoulder and making harrys knees buckle.
”good lord,” said the barte harry, ”is this --
this be --?”
the leaky had suddeely still a.
”bless my soul,” whispered the old bartender, ”harry
potter... what an honor.”
he hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward harry and
seized his hand, tear