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Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.
"Ron, you've got something on your nose."
"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.
"That's the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?"
Harry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him.
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 -
Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing -- noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing:
"He's the gamekeeper," said Harry. He was liking the boy less and less every second.
"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"
"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked.
"I heard you went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What are they like?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.
On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room.
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?"？
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.（央视记者 徐海霞）