Harry woke early the next morning. Although he could tell itwas daylight, he kept his eyes shut tight. "It was a dream, he told himself firmly. "I dreamed agiant called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school forwizards. When I open my eyes I'll be at home in my cupboard." There was suddenly a loud tapping noise. And there's Aunt Petunia knocking on the door, Harry thought,his heart sinking. But he still didn't open his eyes. It had beensuch a good dream. Tap. Tap. Tap. "All right," Harry mumbled, "I'm getting up." He sat up and Hagrid's heavy coat fell off him. The hut was fullof sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asleep on thecollapsed sofa, and there was an owl rapping its claw on the window,a newspaper held in its beak. Harry scrambled to his feet, so happy he felt as though a largeballoon was swelling inside him. He went straight to the windowand jerked it open. The owl swooped in and dropped the newspaperon top of Hagrid, who didn't wake up. The owl then fluttered ontothe floor and began to attack Hagrid's coat. "Don't do that." Harry tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped itsbeak fiercely at him and carried on savaging the coat. "Hagrid!" said Harry loudly. "There's an owl "Pay him," Hagrid grunted into the sofa. "What?" "He wants payin' fer deliverin' the paper. Look in thepockets." Hagrid's coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets --bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, peppermint humbugs,teabags... finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-lookingcoins. "Give him five Knuts," said Hagrid sleepily. "Knuts?" "The little bronze ones." Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl heldout his leg so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouchtied to it. Then he flew off through the open window. Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up, and stretched. "Best be Off, Harry, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter Londonan' buy all yer stuff fer school." Harry was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them. Hehad just thought of something that made him feel as though thehappy balloon inside him had got a puncture. "Um -- Hagrid?" "Mm?" said Hagrid, who was pulling on his huge boots. "I haven't got any money -- and you heard Uncle Vernon lastnight ... he won't pay for me to go and learn magic." "Don't worry about that," said Hagrid, standing up and scratchinghis head. "D'yeh think yer parents didn't leave yeh anything?" "But if their house was destroyed --" "They didn' keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stopfer us is Gringotts. Wizards' bank. Have a sausage, they're notbad cold -- an' I wouldn' say no teh a bit o' yer birthday cake,neither." "Wizards have banks?" "Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins." Harry dropped the bit of sausage he was holding. "Goblins?" "Yeah -- so yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it, I'll tell yehthat. Never mess with goblins, Harry. Gringotts is the safest placein the world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe -- 'cept maybeHogwarts. As a matter o' fact, I gotta visit Gringotts anyway. FerDumbledore. Hogwarts business." Hagrid drew himself up proudly. "Heusually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin' you gettin'things from Gringotts -- knows he can trust me, see. "Got everythin'? Come on, then." Harry followed Hagrid out onto the rock. The sky was quiteclear now and the sea gleamed in the sunlight. The boat Uncle Vernonhad hired was still there, with a lot of water in the bottom afterthe storm. "How did you get here?" Harry asked, looking around for anotherboat. "Flew," said Hagrid. "Flew?" "Yeah -- but we'll go back in this. Not s'pposed ter use magicnow I've got yeh." They settled down in the boat, Harry still staring at Hagrid,trying to imagine him flying. "Seems a shame ter row, though," said Hagrid, giving Harryanother of his sideways looks. "If I was ter -- er -- speed thingsup a bit, would yeh mind not mentionin' it at Hogwarts?" "Of course not," said Harry, eager to see more magic. Hagridpulled out the pink umbrella again, tapped it twice on the side ofthe boat, and they sped off toward land. "Why would you be mad to try and rob Gringotts?" Harry asked. "Spells -- enchantments," said Hagrid, unfolding his newspaperas he spoke. "They say there's dragons guardin' the highsecurityvaults. And then yeh gotta find yer way -- Gringotts is hundredsof miles under London, see. Deep under the Underground. Yeh'd dieof hunger tryin' ter get out, even if yeh did manage ter get yerhands on summat." Harry sat and thought about this while Hagrid read hisnewspaper, the Daily Prophet. Harry had learned from Uncle Vernonthat people liked to be left alone while they did this, but it wasvery difficult, he'd never had so many questions in his life. "Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," Hagrid muttered,turning the page. "There's a Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked, before he couldstop himself. "'Course," said Hagrid. "They wanted Dumbledore fer Minister,0 ' course, but he'd never leave Hogwarts, so old Cornelius Fudgegot the job. Bungler if ever there was one. So he pelts Dumbledorewith owls every morning, askin' fer advice." "But what does a Ministry of Magic do?" "Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles thatthere's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country." "Why?" "Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions totheir problems. Nah, we're best left alone." At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harborwall. Hagrid folded up his newspaper, and they clambered up thestone steps onto the street. Passersby stared a lot at Hagrid as they walked through thelittle town to the station. Harry couldn't blame them. Not only wasHagrid twice as tall as anyone else, he kept pointing at perfectlyordinary 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 infive minutes' time. Hagrid, who didn't understand "Muggle money," ashe called it, gave the bills to Harry so he could buy their tickets. People stared more than ever on the train. Hagrid took up twoseats and sat knitting what looked like a canary-yellow circus tent. "Still got yer letter, Harry?" he asked as he countedstitches. Harry took the parchment envelope out of his pocket. "Good," said Hagrid. "There's a list there of everythingyeh need." Harry unfolded a second piece of paper he hadn't noticed thenight 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 THEIROWN 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 seemedto know where he was going, he was obviously not used to gettingthere in an ordinary way. He got stuck in the ticket barrier on theUnderground, and complained loudly that the seats were too smalland the trains too slow. "I don't know how the Muggles manage without magic," he saidas they climbed a broken-down escalator that led up to a bustlingroad lined with shops. Hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all Harry hadto do was keep close behind him. They passed book shops and musicstores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that lookedas if it could sell you a magic wand. This was just an ordinarystreet full of ordinary people. Could there really be piles ofwizard gold buried miles beneath them? Were there really shopsthat sold spell books and broomsticks? Might this not all be somehuge joke that the Dursleys had cooked up? If Harry hadn't knownthat the Dursleys had no sense of humor, he might have thought so;yet somehow, even though everything Hagrid had told him so far wasunbelievable, Harry couldn't help trusting him. "This is it," said Hagrid, coming to a halt, "the LeakyCauldron. It's a famous place." It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed itout, Harry wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people hurryingby didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop onone side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see theLeaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feelingthat 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 womenwere sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. Oneof them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat wastalking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like atoothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walkedin. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him,and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?" "Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, clappinghis 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, "HarryPotter... what an honor." He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Harry andseized his hand, tears in his eyes. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back." Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him. Theold woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it hadgone 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 LeakyCauldron. "Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, can't believe I'm meeting youat 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 tophat fell off in his excitement. "You bowed to me once in a shop." "He remembers!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around ateveryone. "Did you hear that? He remembers me!" Harry shook handsagain and again -- Doris Crockford kept coming back for more. A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One ofhis eyes was twitching. "Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Harry, Professor Quirrellwill be one of your teachers at Hogwarts." "P-P-Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry'shand, "c-can't 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 ProfessorQuirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. "N-not thatyou n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. "You'll beg-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick upa new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at thevery thought. But the others wouldn't let Professor Quirrell keep Harry tohimself. It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all. Atlast, 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 Hagridled 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 ProfessorQuirrell was tremblin' ter meet yeh -- mind you, he's usuallytremblin'." "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 somefirsthand experience.... They say he met vampires in the BlackForest, and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag -- neverbeen the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his ownsubject 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 themiddle, a small hole appeared -- it grew wider and wider -- a secondlater they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, anarchway 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 thearchway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archwayshrink instantly back into solid wall. The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside thenearest 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 getyer money first." Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his headin every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look ateverything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the peopledoing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary wasshaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeenSickles an ounce, they're mad...." A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a signsaying Eeylops Owl Emporium -- Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, andSnowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressedagainst a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heardone of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand -- fastest ever --"There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strangesilver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked withbarrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spellbooks, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes ofthe moon.... "Gringotts," said Hagrid. They had reached a snowy white building that towered over theother 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 walkedup the white stone steps toward him. The goblin was about a headshorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beardand, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as theywalked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silverthis 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, Yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it," said Hagrid. A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and theywere in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sittingon high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers,weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones througheyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall,and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagridand Harry made for the counter. "Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come ter takesome money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe." "You have his key, Sir?" "Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid, and he started emptyinghis pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of moldy dogbiscuits over the goblin's book of numbers. The goblin wrinkledhis nose. Harry watched the goblin on their right weighing a pileof 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' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore,"said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about theYouKnow-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen." The goblin read the letter carefully. "Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will haveSomeone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!" Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Hagrid had crammed allthe dog biscuits back inside his pockets, he and Harry followedGriphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall. "What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred andthirteen?" Harry asked. "Can't tell yeh that," said Hagrid mysteriously. "Verysecret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore's trusted me. More'n my job'sworth ter tell yeh that." Griphook held the door open for them. Harry, who had expectedmore marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passagewaylit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there werelittle railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a smallcart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in --Hagrid with some difficulty -- and were off. At first they just hurtled through a maze of twistingpassages. Harry tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middlefork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemedto know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering. Harry's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but he keptthem wide open. Once, he thought he saw a burst of fire at the endof a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but toolate - - they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake wherehuge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor. I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart,"what's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?" "Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid. "An' don' ask mequestions just now, I think I'm gonna be sick." He did look very green, and when the cart stopped at last besidea small door in the passage wall, Hagrid got out and had to leanagainst the wall to stop his knees from trembling. Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowingout, and as it cleared, Harry gasped. Inside were mounds of goldcoins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts. "All yours," smiled Hagrid. All Harry's -- it was incredible. The Dursleys couldn'thave known about this or they'd have had it from him faster thanblinking. How often had they complained how much Harry cost themto keep? And all the time there had been a small fortune belongingto him, buried deep under London. Hagrid helped Harry pile some of it into a bag. "The gold ones are Galleons," he explained. "Seventeen silverSickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it's easyenough. Right, that should be enough fer a couple o' terms, we'llkeep the rest safe for yeh." He turned to Griphook. "Vault sevenhundred 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 airbecame colder and colder as they hurtled round tight corners. Theywent rattling over an underground ravine, and Harry leaned overthe side to try to see what was down at the dark bottom, but Hagridgroaned 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 doorgently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away. "If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be suckedthrough the door and trapped in there," said Griphook. "How often do you check to see if anyone's inside?" Harry asked. "About once every ten years," said Griphook with a rathernasty grin. Something really extraordinary had to be inside this top securityvault, Harry was sure, and he leaned forward eagerly, expecting tosee fabulous jewels at the very least -- but at first he thoughtit was empty. Then he noticed a grubby little package wrapped upin brown paper lying on the floor. Hagrid picked it up and tuckedit deep inside his coat. Harry longed to know what it was, but knewbetter than to ask. "Come on, back in this infernal cart, and don't talk to me onthe way back, it's best if I keep me mouth shut," said Hagrid. One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlightoutside Gringotts. Harry didn't know where to run first now that hehad a bag full of money. He didn't have to know how many Galleonsthere were to a pound to know that he was holding more money thanhe'd had in his whole life -- more money than even Dudley hadever had. "Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding towardMadam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry, would yehmind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? Ihate them Gringotts carts." He did still look a bit sick, so Harryentered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, clear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Gotthe lot here -- another young man being fitted up just now, infact. " In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face wasstanding on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long blackrobes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him) slipped along robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length. "Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?" "Yes," said Harry. "My father's next door buying my books and mother's up thestreet looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawlingvoice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to took at racing brooms. Idon't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bullyfather into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley. "Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on. "No," said Harry. "Play Quidditch at all?" "No," Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditchcould be. "I do -- Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play formy house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" "No," said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute. "Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but Iknow I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been -- imagine beingin Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" "Mmm," said Harry,wishing he could say something a bit more interesting. "I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding towardthe front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry andpointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in. "That's Hagrid," said Harry, pleased to know something the boydidn't. "He works at Hogwarts." "Oh," said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant,isn't he?" "He's the gamekeeper," said Harry. He was liking the boy lessand less every second. "Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage -- lives in ahut 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 he's brilliant," said Harry coldly. "Do you?" said the boy, with a slight sneer. "Why is he withyou? Where are your parents?" "They're dead," said Harry shortly. He didn't feel much likegoing into the matter with this boy. "Oh, sorry," said the other,. not sounding sorry at all. "Butthey were our kind, weren't they?" "They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean." "I really don't think they should let the other sort in, doyou? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up toknow our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts untilthey get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in theold wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?" But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "That's youdone, my dear," and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talkingto the boy, hopped down from the footstool. "Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said the drawlingboy. Harry was rather quiet as he ate the ice cream Hagrid had boughthim (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts). "What's up?" said Hagrid. "Nothing," Harry lied. They stopped to buy parchment andquills. Harry cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink thatchanged color as you wrote. When they had left the shop, he said,"Hagrid, what's Quidditch?" "Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin' how little yeh know -- notknowin' about Quidditch!" "Don't make me feel worse," said Harry. He told Hagrid aboutthe pate boy in Madam Malkin's. "--and he said people from Muggle families shouldn't even beallowed in." "Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were-- he's grown up knowin' yer name if his parents are wizardin'folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like whenthey saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the bestI ever saw were the only ones with magic in 'em in a long line 0'Muggles -- look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!" "So what is Quidditch?" "It's our sport. Wizard sport. It's like -- like soccer in theMuggle world -- everyone follows Quidditch -- played up in the airon broomsticks and there's four balls -- sorta hard ter explainthe rules." "And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?" "School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are alot o' duffers, but --" "I bet I'm in Hufflepuff" said Harry gloomily. "Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin," said Hagrid darkly. "There'snot a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't inSlytherin. You-Know-Who was one." "Vol-, sorry - You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?" "Years an' years ago," said Hagrid. They bought Harry's school books in a shop called Flourishand Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling withbooks as large as paving stones bound in leather; books thesize of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiarsymbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Even Dudley,who never read anything, would have been wild to get his hands onsome of these. Hagrid almost had to drag Harry away from Curses andCountercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies withthe 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." "I'm not sayin' that's not a good idea, but yer not ter usemagic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances,"said Hagrid. "An' anyway, yeh couldn' work any of them curses yet,yeh'll need a lot more study before yeh get ter that level." Hagrid wouldn't let Harry buy a solid gold cauldron, either("It says pewter on yer list"), but they got a nice set ofscales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brasstelescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinatingenough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggsand 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 fromthe ceiling. While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for asupply of some basic potion ingredients for Harry, Harry himselfexamined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each andminuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop). Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harry's list again. "Just yer wand left - A yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh abirthday present." Harry felt himself go red. "You don't have to --" "I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. Nota toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at - an'I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All thekids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'." Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, whichhad been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-brighteyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowyowl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldn't stopstammering his thanks, sounding just like Professor Quirrell. "Don' mention it," said Hagrid gruffly. "Don' expect you've hada lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now -only place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yeh gotta have the best wand." A magic wand... this was what Harry had been really lookingforward to. The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters overthe door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Asingle wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as theystepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single,spindly chair that Hagrid sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely asthough he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lotof new questions that had just occurred to him and looked insteadat the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to theceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The verydust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic. "Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped. Hagrid musthave jumped, too, because there was a loud crunching noise and hegot quickly off the spindly chair. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shininglike moons through the gloom of the shop. "Hello," said Harry awkwardly. "Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeingyou soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have yourmother's 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 wouldblink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy. "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahoganywand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent fortransfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it -- it's reallythe wand that chooses the wizard, of course." Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almostnose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes. "And that's where..." Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's foreheadwith a long, white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he saidsoftly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, verypowerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what thatwand was going out into the world to do...." He shook his head and then, to Harry's relief, spotted Hagrid. "Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again.... Oak,sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?" "It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid. "Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in halfwhen you got expelled?" said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly stern. "Er -- yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, shuffling hisfeet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly. "But you don't use them?" said Mr. Ollivander sharply. "Oh, no, sit," said Hagrid quickly. Harry noticed he grippedhis pink umbrella very tightly as he spoke. "Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercinglook. "Well, now -- Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tapemeasure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is yourwand arm?" "Er -- well, I'm right-handed," said Harry. "Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulderto finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpitand round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivanderwand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. Weuse unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstringsof dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no twounicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course,you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand." Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, whichwas measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on itsown. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking downboxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into aheap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwoodand dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just takeit 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 tried -- but 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 waswaiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higheron the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled fromthe shelves, the happier he seemed to become. "Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfectmatch here somewhere -- I wonder, now - - yes, why not -- unusualcombination -- holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, niceand supple." Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. Heraised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through thedusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end likea firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Hagridwhooped and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes,indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how verycurious... " He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brownpaper, still muttering, "Curious... curious.. "Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?" Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every singlewand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in yourwand, gave another feather -- just one other. It is very curiousindeed 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 thesethings happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember.... I thinkwe must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter.... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things -- terrible, yes, but great." Harry shivered. He wasn't sure he liked Mr. Ollivander toomuch. He paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr. Ollivanderbowed them from his shop. The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Harry and Hagridmade their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, backthrough the Leaky Cauldron, now empty. Harry didn't speak at allas they walked down the road; he didn't even notice how much peoplewere gawking at them on the Underground, laden as they were with alltheir funny-shaped packages, with the snowy owl asleep in its cage onHarry's lap. Up another escalator, out into Paddington station; Harryonly 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 seatsto eat them. Harry kept looking around. Everything looked so strange,somehow. "You all right, Harry? Yer very quiet," said Hagrid. Harry wasn't sure he could explain. He'd just had the bestbirthday of his life -- and yet -- he chewed his hamburger, tryingto find the words. "Everyone thinks I'm special," he said at last. "All those peoplein the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander... but Idon't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect greatthings? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. Idon't know what happened when Vol-, sorry -- I mean, the night myparents died." Hagrid leaned across the table. Behind the wild beard andeyebrows he wore a very kind smile. "Don' you worry, Harry. You'll learn fast enough. Everyonestarts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you'll be just fine. justbe yerself. I know it's hard. Yeh've been singled out, an' that'salways hard. But yeh'll have a great time at Hogwarts -- I did --still do, 'smatter of fact." Hagrid helped Harry on to the train that would take him backto the Dursleys, then handed him an envelope. "Yer ticket fer Hogwarts, " he said. "First o' September --King's Cross -- it's all on yer ticket. Any problems with theDursleys, send me a letter with yer owl, she'll know where to findme.... See yeh soon, Harry." The train pulled out of the station. Harry wanted to watchHagrid until he was out of sight; he rose in his seat and pressedhis nose against the window, but he blinked and Hagrid had gone.