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"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..."
"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' -- an' --"
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" he asked Ron.
"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?"
"Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have Someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"
"One speed only," said Griphook.
Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old
"Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sit! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!"
"What are these?" Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?" He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped. Hagrid must have jumped, too, because there was a loud crunching noise and he got quickly off the spindly chair.
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
"What the --?"
"Gryffindor," said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.