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Dear Mr. Potter,
"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you -- I'm armed!"
"Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone."
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."
Harry, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at
Harry tried -- but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
"Er -- all right."
Of finding more than treasure there.
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. "N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought.
"A what?" said Harry, interested.
"I don't 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.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.
Where those of wit and learning,