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"Neville?" he repeated, frowning. "This is Harry Potter."
"I'll do it," said Harry.
"Eat," he repeated. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me...
"No! Well... I wasn't supposed to be using Errol. You know he's not really up to long journeys... but how else was I supposed to get Harry's present to him?"
Hermione prodded Ron in the back to make him hurry, and the three of them joined the crowd swarming up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches, and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors.
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," said Fred. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out.
"Shut up, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Hagrid was looking downcast and Harry wanted Hagrid's first lesson to be a success.
Before Harry could reply, there was a soft knock on the door and Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, came bustling in.
"I am Cornelius Fudge, Harry. The Minister of Magic."
"Harry!" he said, smiling as he looked up. "How are you?"
"But no one's really sure that Black's after Harry
Ron tried to pull the bag away from Crookshanks, but Crookshanks clung on, spitting and slashing.
"Well, as we haven't got one anymore," said Mr. Weasley,
"Ron, don't hurt him!" squealed Hermione; the whole common room was watching; Ron whirled the bag around, Crookshanks still clinging to it, and Scabbers came flying out of the top -
Harry ate breakfast each morning in the Leaky Cauldron, where he liked watching the other guests: funny little witches from the country, up for a day's shopping; venerable-looking wizards arguing over the latest article in Transfiguration Today; wild-looking warlocks; raucous dwarfs; and once, what looked suspiciously like a hag, who ordered a plate of raw liver from behind a thick woollen balaclava.。