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«You won't be. There's loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough.»
While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, «Anything off the cart, dears?»
Harry, who hadn't had any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. Harry went out into the corridor.
He had never had any money for candy with the Dursleys, and now that he had pockets rattling with gold and silver he was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as he could carry—but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pa...
Ron stared as Harry brought it all back in to the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat.
«Hungry, are you?»
«Starving,» said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.
Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, «She always forgets I don't like corned beef.»
«Swap you for one of these,» said Harry, holding up a pasty. «Go on —»
«You don't want this, it's all dry,» said Ron. «She hasn't got much time,» he added quickly, «you know, with five of us.»
«Go on, have a pasty,» said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).
«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.
«No,» said Ron. «But see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa.»
«What?»
«Oh, of course, you wouldn't know—Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside them, you know, to collect—famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy.»
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore halfmoon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.
«So this is Dumbledore!» said Harry.
«Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!» said Ron. «Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa—thanks
Harry turned over his card and read:
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling...
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared.
«He's gone!»
«Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day,» said Ron. «He'll be back. No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her... do you want it? You can start collecting.»
Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
«Help yourself,» said Harry. «But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos.»
«Do they? What, they don't move at all?» Ron sounded amazed. «weird!»
Harry stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards, but Harry couldn't keep his eyes off them. Soon he had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Gru...
«You want to be careful with those,» Ron warned Harry. «When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor—you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a boogerflavored one once.»
Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner.
«Bleaaargh—see? Sprouts.»
They had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny gray one Ron wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and threequarters came in. He looked tearful.
«Sorry,» he said, «but have you seen a toad at all?»
When they shook their heads, he wailed, «I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!»
«He'll turn up,» said Harry.
«Yes,» said the boy miserably. «Well, if you see him...»
He left.
«Don't know why he's so bothered,» said Ron. «If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk.»
The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap.
«He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference,» said Ron in disgust. «I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look...»
He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.
«Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway
He had just raised his 'wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
«Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one,» she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
«We've already told him we haven't seen it,» said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
«Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then.»
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
«Er—all right.»
He cleared his throat.
«Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.»
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
«Are you sure that's a real spell?» said the girl. «Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school...
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn't learned all the course books by heart either.
«I'm Ron Weasley,» Ron muttered.
«Harry Potter,» said Harry.
«Are you really?» said Hermione. «I know all about you, of course—I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.
«Am I?» said Harry, feeling dazed.
«Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me,» said Hermione. «Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad... Anyway, w...
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
«Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it,» said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. «Stupid spell—George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud.»
«What house are your brothers in?» asked Harry.
«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.»
«That's the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?»
«Yeah,» said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed.
«You know, I think the ends of Scabbers' whiskers are a bit lighter,» said Harry, trying to take Ron's mind off houses. «So what do your oldest brothers do now that they've left, anyway?»
Harry was wondering what a wizard did once he'd finished school.
«Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts,» said Ron. «Did you hear about
Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't suppose you get that with the Muggles—someone tried to rob a high security vault.»
Harry stared.
«Really? What happened to them?»
«Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been caught. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it.»
Harry turned this news over in his mind. He was starting to get a prickle of fear every time YouKnow-Who was mentioned. He supposed this was all part of entering the magical world, but it had been a lot more comfortable saying «Voldemort» without worrying.
«What's your Quidditch team?» Ron asked.
«Er—I don't know any,» Harry confessed.
«What!» Ron looked dumbfounded. «Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world —» And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry through ...
Three boys entered, and Harry recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley.
«Is it true?» he said. «They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?»
«Yes,» said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
«Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,» said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. «And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.»
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigget. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
«Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.»
He turned back to Harry. «You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.»
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
«I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,» he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
«I'd be careful if I were you, Potter,» he said slowly. «Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you.»
Both Harry and Ron stood up.
«Say that again,» Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
«Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?» Malfoy sneered.
«Unless you get out now,» said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron.
«But we don't feet like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some.»
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron—Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle—Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbets finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking ...
«What has been going on?» she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
I think he's been knocked out,» Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. «No—I don't believe it—he's gone back to sleep-»