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"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head.
On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn't go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
"Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again.... Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?"
"I want to read that letter," he said loudly. want to read it," said Harry furiously, "as it's mine."
"Well, there you are, boy. Platform nine -- platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?"
"Yeah -- so yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it, I'll tell yeh that. Never mess with goblins, Harry. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe -- 'cept maybe Hogwarts. As a matter o' fact, I gotta visit Gringotts anyway. Fer Dumbledore. Hogwarts business." Hagrid drew himself up proudly. "He usually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin' you gettin' things from Gringotts -- knows he can trust me, see.
" Great food, isn't it?" Ron muttered to Harry through the hangings. "Get off, Scabbers! He's chewing my sheets."
THE POTIONS MASTER
"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you -- I'm armed!"
He rolled over and fell asleep again, and when he woke next day, he didn't remember the dream at all.
Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air -- several people behind him screamed.
Harry tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped its beak fiercely at him and carried on savaging the coat.
"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had my cupboard on it."
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives -- he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:;