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




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





1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set

1 set of glass or crystal phials

1 telescope set

1 brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad



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 dont 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 piles of wizard gold buried miles beneath them? Were there 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 of humor, he might have thought so; yet somehow, even though everything Hagrid had told him so far was unbelievable, Harry couldnt help trusting him.

This is it, said Hagrid, coming to a halt, the Leaky Cauldron. Its a famous place.

It was a tiny, grubby looking pub. If Hagrid hadnt pointed it out, Harry wouldnt have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didnt glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldnt see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feeling that only he and Hagrid could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had steered him inside.

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 walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, The usual, Hagrid?

Cant, Tom, Im on Hogwarts business, said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harrys shoulder and making Harrys knees buckle.

Good Lord, said the bartender, peering at Harry, is thiscan 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 didnt 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, cant believe Im meeting you at last.

So proud, Mr. Potter, Im just so proud.

Always wanted to shake your handIm all of a flutter.

Delighted, Mr. Potter, just cant tell you, Diggles the name, Dedalus Diggle.

Ive seen you before! said Harry, as Dedalus Diggles 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 againDoris 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 Harrys hand, c-cant t-tell you how p-pleased 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 hed rather not think about it. N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter? He laughed nervously. Youll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? Ive g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself. He looked terrified at the very thought.

But the others wouldnt 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 onlots ter buy. Come on, Harry.

Doris Crockford shook Harrys 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, didnt I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin ter meet yehmind you, hes 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 hagnever been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject now, wheres me umbrella?

Vampires? Hags? Harrys 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 quiveredit wriggledin the middle, a small hole appearedit grew wider and widera 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 Harrys 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. CauldronsAll SizesCopper, Brass, Pewter, SilverSelf StirringCollapsible, said a sign hanging over them.

Yeah, youll 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, seventeen Sickles an ounce, theyre mad

A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl EmporiumTawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harrys age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. Look, Harry heard one of them say, the new Nimbus Two Thousandfastest ever There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon

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, thats 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, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:



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, Yehd 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 leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagrid and Harry made for the counter.

Morning, said Hagrid to a free goblin. Weve come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potters 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 goblins 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.

Got it, said Hagrid at last, holding up a tiny golden key.

The goblin looked at it closely.

That seems to be in order.

An Ive also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore, said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. Its about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen.

The goblin read the letter carefully.

Very well, he said, handing it back to Hagrid, I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!

Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Hagrid had crammed all the dog biscuits back inside his pockets, he and Harry followed Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.

Whats the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen? Harry asked.

Cant tell yeh that, said Hagrid mysteriously. Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledores trusted me. More n my jobs worth ter tell yeh that.

Griphook held the door open for them. Harry, who had expected more marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed inHagrid with some difficultyand were off.

At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Harry tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasnt steering.

Harrys eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but he kept them wide open. Once, he thought he saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too latethey plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.

I never know, Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, whats the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?

Stalagmites got an m in it, said Hagrid. An don ask me questions just now, I think Im gonna be sick.

He did look very green, and when the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Hagrid got out and had to lean against the wall to stop his knees from trembling.

Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Harry gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts.

All yours, smiled Hagrid.

All Harrysit was incredible. The Dursleys couldnt have known about this or theyd have had it from him faster than blinking. How often had they complained how much Harry cost them to keep? And all the time there had been a small fortune belonging to him, buried deep under London.

Hagrid helped Harry pile some of it into a bag.

The gold ones are Galleons, he explained. Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty nine Knuts to a Sickle, its easy enough. Right, that should be enough fer a couple o terms, well keep the rest safe for yeh. He turned to Griphook. Vault seven hundred and thirteen now, please, and can we go more slowly?

One speed only, said Griphook.

They were going even deeper now and gathering speed. The air became colder and colder as they hurtled round tight corners. They went rattling over an underground ravine, and Harry leaned over the side to try to see what was down at the dark bottom, but Hagrid groaned and pulled him back by the scruff of his neck.

Vault seven hundred and thirteen had no keyhole.

Stand back, said Griphook importantly. He stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away.

If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, theyd be sucked through the door and trapped in there, said Griphook.

How often do you check to see if anyones inside? Harry asked.

About once every ten years, said Griphook with a rather nasty grin.

Something really extraordinary had to be inside this top security vault, Harry was sure, and he leaned forward eagerly, expecting to see fabulous jewels at the very leastbut at first he thought it was empty. Then he noticed a grubby little package wrapped up in brown paper lying on the floor. Hagrid picked it up and tucked it deep inside his coat. Harry longed to know what it was, but knew better than to ask.

Come on, back in this infernal cart, and dont talk to me on the way back, its best if I keep me mouth shut, said Hagrid.

One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Harry didnt know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money. He didnt have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than hed had in his whole lifemore money than even Dudley had ever had.

Might as well get yer uniform, said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions. Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick me up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts. He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkins shop alone, feeling nervous.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

Hogwarts, dear? she said, when Harry started to speak. Got the lot hereanother young man being fitted up just now, in fact.

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him) slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

Hello, said the boy, Hogwarts, too?

Yes, said Harry.

My fathers next door buying my books and mothers up the street looking at wands, said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. Then Im going to drag them off to took at racing brooms. I dont see why first years cant have their own. I think Ill bully father into getting me one and Ill smuggle it in somehow.

Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley.




got your own broom? the boy went on.


No, said Harry.

Play Quidditch at all?

No, Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.



doFather says its a crime if Im not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house youll be in yet?


No, said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute.

Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know Ill be in Slytherin, all our family have beenimagine being in Hufflepuff, I think Id leave, wouldnt you?

Mmm, said Harry, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting.

I say, look at that man! said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldnt come in.

Thats Hagrid, said Harry, pleased to know something the boy didnt. He works at Hogwarts.

Oh, said the boy, Ive heard of him. Hes a sort of servant, isnt he?

Hes the gamekeeper, said Harry. He was liking the boy less and less every second.


Yes, exactly. I heard hes a sort of


lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed.


I think hes brilliant, said Harry coldly.



you? said the boy, with a slight sneer. Why is he with you? Where are your parents?


Theyre dead, said Harry shortly. He didnt feel much like going into the matter with this boy.


Oh, sorry, said the other, not sounding sorry at all. But they were


kind, werent they?


They were a witch and wizard, if thats what you mean.

I really dont think they should let the other sort in, do you? Theyre just not the same, theyve never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. Whats your surname, anyway?

But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, Thats you done, my dear, and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from the footstool.

Well, Ill see you at Hogwarts, I suppose, said the drawling boy.

Harry was rather quiet as he ate the ice cream Hagrid had bought him (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts).

Whats up? said Hagrid.

Nothing, Harry lied. They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Harry cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote. When they had left the shop, he said, Hagrid, whats Quidditch?

Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin how little yeh knownot knowin about Quidditch!

Dont make me feel worse, said Harry. He told Hagrid about the pate boy in Madam Malkins.

and he said people from Muggle families shouldnt even be allowed in.


Yer not


a Muggle family. If hed known who yeh


hes grown up knowin yer name if his parents are wizardin folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in em in a long line o Muggleslook at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!



So what




Its our sport. Wizard sport. Its likelike soccer in the Muggle worldeveryone follows Quidditchplayed up in the air on broomsticks and theres four ballssorta hard ter explain the rules.

And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?

School houses. Theres four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o duffers, but

I bet Im in Hufflepuff, said Harry gloomily.

Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin, said Hagrid darkly. Theres not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasnt in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one.

VolsorryYou-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?

Years an years ago, said Hagrid.


They bought Harrys school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Even Dudley, who never read anything, would have been wild to get his hands on some of these. Hagrid almost had to drag Harry away from

Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly Legs, Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More)

by Professor Vindictus Viridian.


I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley.

Im not sayin thats not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances, said Hagrid. An anyway, yeh couldn work any of the curses yet, yehll need a lot more study before yeh get ter that level.

Hagrid wouldnt let Harry buy a solid gold cauldron, either (It says pewter on yer list), but they got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for Harry, Harry himself examined silver unicorn horns at twenty one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).

Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harrys list again.

Just yer wand leftA yeah, an I still havent got yeh a birthday present.

Harry felt himself go red.

You dont have to

I know I dont have to. Tell yeh what, Ill get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yehd be laughed atan I don like cats, they make me sneeze. Ill get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, theyre dead useful, carry yer mail an everythin.

Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldnt stop stammering his thanks, sounding just like Professor Quirrell.

Don mention it, said Hagrid gruffly. Don expect youve had a lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left nowonly place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yeh gotta have the best wand.

A magic wand this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.


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.


A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Hagrid sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

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.

An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

Hello, said Harry awkwardly.

Ah yes, said the man. Yes, yes. I thought Id be seeing you soon. Harry Potter. It wasnt a question. You have your mothers eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work.

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.

Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored itits really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.

Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.

And thats where

Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harrys forehead with a long, white finger.

Im sorry to say I sold the wand that did it, he said softly. Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands well, if Id known what that wand was going out into the world to do

He shook his head and then, to Harrys relief, spotted Hagrid.

Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasnt it?

It was, sir, yes, said Hagrid.

Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled? said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly stern.

Eryes, they did, yes, said Hagrid, shuffling his feet. Ive still got the pieces, though, he added brightly.


But you dont


them? said Mr. Ollivander sharply.


Oh, no, sir, said Hagrid quickly. Harry noticed he gripped his pink umbrella very tightly as he spoke.

Hmmm, said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look. Well, nowMr. Potter. Let me see. He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. Which is your wand arm?

Erwell, Im right handed, said Harry.

Hold out your arm. Thats it. He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizards wand.

Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

That will do, he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave.

Harry took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try

Harry triedbut he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

No, no here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out.

Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, well find the perfect match here somewhereI wonder, nowyes, why notunusual combinationholly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.

Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Hagrid whooped and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well how curious how very curious

He put Harrys wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, Curious curious


Sorry, said Harry, but




Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.

I remember every wand Ive ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another featherjust one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brotherwhy, its brother gave you that scar.

Harry swallowed.

Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great thingsterrible, yes, but great.

Harry shivered. He wasnt sure he liked Mr. Ollivander too much. He paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop.

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Harry and Hagrid made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron, now empty. Harry didnt speak at all as they walked down the road; he didnt even notice how much people were gawking at them on the Underground, laden as they were with all their funny shaped packages, with the snowy owl asleep in its cage on Harrys lap. Up another escalator, out into Paddington station; Harry only realized where they were when Hagrid tapped him on the shoulder.

Got time fer a bite to eat before yer train leaves, he said.

He bought Harry a hamburger and they sat down on plastic seats to eat them. Harry kept looking around. Everything looked so strange, somehow.

You all right, Harry? Yer very quiet, said Hagrid.

Harry wasnt sure he could explain. Hed just had the best birthday of his lifeand yethe chewed his hamburger, trying to find the words.

Everyone thinks Im special, he said at last. All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander but I dont know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? Im famous and I cant even remember what Im famous for. I dont know what happened when VolsorryI mean, the night my parents died.

Hagrid leaned across the table. Behind the wild beard and eyebrows he wore a very kind smile.

Don you worry, Harry. Youll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, youll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know its hard. Yehve been singled out, an thats always hard. But yehll have a great time at HogwartsI didstill do, smatter of fact.

Hagrid helped Harry on to the train that would take him back to the Dursleys, then handed him an envelope.

Yer ticket fer Hogwarts, he said. First o SeptemberKings Crossits all on yer ticket. Any problems with the Dursleys, send me a letter with yer owl, shell know where to find me See yeh soon, Harry.

The train pulled out of the station. Harry wanted to watch Hagrid until he was out of sight; he rose in his seat and pressed his nose against the window, but he blinked and Hagrid had gone.


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