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the potions master
there, look.”
”where?”
”he tall kid with the red hair.”
”wearing the glasses?”
”did you see his face?”
”did you see his scar?”
whispers followed harry from the mome his dormitory
the day. people lining up outside s stood on tiptoe
to get a look at him, or doubled ba in the corridors
again, staring. harry wished they wouldnt, because he was trying
to trate on finding his way to classes.
there were a hundred and forty-two staircases at hogwarts:
wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rie that led somewhere
different on a friday; some with a vanishing step half that
you had to remember to jump. then there were doors that wouldnt
open unless you asked politely, or tickled them ihe right
plad doors that werent really doors at all, but solid walls
just pretending. it was also very hard to remember where anything
was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. the people in the
portraits kept going to visit each other, and harry was sure the
or could walk.
the ghosts didher. it was always a nasty shock
whehem glided suddenly through a do to
open. nearly headless nick y to point new gryffindors
i dire, but peeves the peist o
locked doors and a trick stair when you were
late for class. he would drop er baskets on your head, pull
rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk, or sneak up
behind you, invisible, grab your nose, a your k!”
evehahat ossible, was the caretaker,
argus filch. harry and ro side of him on
their very first m. fil trying to force their way
through a door that unlued out to be the ehe
out-of-bounds corridor ohird floor. he wouldhey
were lost, was sure they were tryio it on purpose,
and was threatening to lo the duhey were
rescued by professor quirrell, assing.
filed a cat called mrs. norris, a sy, dust-colored
creature with bulging, lamp like eyes just like filchs. she
patrolled the corridors alone. break a rule in fro just
o of line, and shed whisk off for filch, whod appear,
wheezier. filew the secret passageways of
the school better tha perhaps the weasley twins)
and could pop up as suddenly as as. the students
all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give
mrs. nood kick.
and then, onao fihere were the
classes themselves. there was a lic, as harry quickly
found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.
they had to study the hrough their telescopes every
wed midnight ahe names of different stars and
the movemes. three times a week they went out to
the greehe castle to study herbology, y
little rofessor sprout, where they learo
take care of all the stras and fungi, and found out what
they were used for.
easily the m class was histic, which was
the o by a ghost. professor binns had been very old
indeed when he had fallen asleep in froaff room
fire and got up m to teag his body behind
him. binns droned on and ohey scribbled down names and
dates, ahe evil and uriixed up.
professor flitwick, the charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard
who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. at the
start of their first class he took the roll d when he reached
harrys name he gave aed squeak a of sight.
prall was agai. harry had been quite
right to think she wasnt a teacher to cross. strid clever, she
gave them a talkihey sat dow class.
”transfiguratiohe most plex and dangerous magic
you will learn at hogwarts,” she said. ”anyone messing around in
my class will leave and not