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«Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country.»
«Why?»
«Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone.»
At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall. Hagrid folded up his newspaper, and they clambered up the stone steps onto the street.
Passersby stared a lot at Hagrid as they walked through the little town to the station. Harry couldn't blame them. Not only was Hagrid twice as tall as anyone else, he kept pointing at perfectly ordinary things like parking meters and saying loudly, «See that, Harry? Things these Muggles dream up, eh?»
«Hagrid,» said Harry, panting a bit as he ran to keep up, «did you say there are dragons at Gringotts?»
«Well, so they say,» said Hagrid. «Crikey, I'd like a dragon.»
«You'd like one?»
«Wanted one ever since I was a kid—here we go.»
They had reached the station. There was a train to London in five minutes' time. Hagrid, who didn't understand «Muggle money,» as he called it, gave the bills to Harry so he could buy their tickets.
People stared more than ever on the train. Hagrid took up two seats and sat knitting what looked like a canary-yellow circus tent.
«Still got yer letter, Harry?» he asked as he counted stitches. Harry took the parchment envelope out of his pocket.
«Good,» said Hagrid. «There's a list there of everything yeh need.»
Harry unfolded a second piece of paper he hadn't noticed the night before, and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name 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 History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
glass or crystal phials
telescope set
brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
«Can we buy all this in London?» Harry wondered aloud.
«If yeh know where to go,» said Hagrid.
Harry had never been to London before. Although Hagrid seemed to know where he was going, he was obviously not used to getting there in an ordinary way. He got stuck in the ticket barrier on the Underground, and complained loudly that the seats were too small and the trains too slow.
«I don't know how the Muggles manage without magic,» he said as they climbed a broken-down escalator that led up to a bustling road lined with shops.
Hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all Harry had to do was keep close behind him. They passed book shops and music stores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if it could sell you a magic wand. This was just an ordinary street full of ordinary people. Could there really be pi...
«This is it,» said Hagrid, coming to a halt, «the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place.»
It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, Harry wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Harry had the most pec...
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they w...
«Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business,» said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harry's shoulder and making Harry's knees buckle.
«Good Lord,» said the bartender, peering at Harry, «is this—can this be —?»
The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.
«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, tears in his eyes.
«Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back.»
Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out. Hagrid was beaming.
Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.
«Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, can't believe I'm meeting you at last.»
«So proud, Mr. Potter, I'm just so proud.»
«Always wanted to shake your hand—I'm all of a flutter.»
«Delighted, Mr. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle.»
«I've seen you before!» said Harry, as Dedalus Diggle's top hat fell off in his excitement. «You bowed to me once in a shop.»
«He remembers!» cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. «Did you hear that? He remembers me!» Harry shook hands again and again—Doris Crockford kept coming back for more.
A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching.
«Professor Quirrell!» said Hagrid. «Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts.»
«P-P-Potter,» stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand, «c-can't t-tell you how ppleased I am to meet you.»
«What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?»
«D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts,» muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. «N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?» He laughed nervously. «You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself.» He looked terrified at the ver...
But the others wouldn't let Professor Quirrell keep Harry to himself. It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all. At last, Hagrid managed to make himself heard over the babble.
«Must get on—lots ter buy. Come on, Harry.»
Doris Crockford shook Harry's hand one last time, and Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.
Hagrid grinned at Harry.
«Told yeh, didn't I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin' ter meet yeh—mind you, he's usually tremblin'.»
«Is he always that nervous?»
«Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was
studyin' outta books but then he took a year off ter get some firsthand experience... They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag—never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject now, where's me umbrella?»
Vampires? Hags? Harry's head was swimming. Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can.
«Three up... two across he muttered. «Right, stand back, Harry.»
He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.
The brick he had touched quivered—it wriggled—in the middle, a small hole appeared—it grew wider and wider—a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
«Welcome,» said Hagrid, «to Diagon Alley.»
He grinned at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons—All Sizes—Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver—Self-Stirring—Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
«Yeah, you'll be needin' one,» said Hagrid, «but we gotta get yer money first.»
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, «Dragon liver, seven...
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium—Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. «Look,» Harry heard one of them say, «the new Nimbus Two Thousand—fastest ever —» There were shops...
«Gringotts,» said Hagrid.
They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was —
«Yeah, that's a goblin,» said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him. The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, si...
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
«Like I said, Yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it,» said Hagrid.
A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leadin...
«Morning,» said Hagrid to a free goblin. «We've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe.»
«You have his key, Sir?»
«Got it here somewhere,» said Hagrid, and he started emptying his pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of moldy dog biscuits over the goblin's book of numbers. The goblin wrinkled his nose. Harry watched the goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.