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"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:
"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go... "
"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
Our heads could do with filling
He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear.
A whistle sounded.
So teach us things worth knowing,
Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at him.
Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didn't know what time it was and he couldn't be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, he couldn't risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food.
Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn't see him looking.
"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want --"
"Well, so they say," said Hagrid. "Crikey, I'd like a dragon."
"Er -- well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.
The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from before starting to make tea. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."
I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've in troduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."