Connor's Hogwarts

There is no doubt that something extraordinary will be stored in this ultra-secure underground vault.Harry was sure of that, and he leaned over eager to see that at least there would be magic jewels inside, but his first feeling was that there was nothing in there.

Later, he found a dirty packet wrapped in brown paper on the ground.Hagrid picked it up and stuffed it deep into the inside pocket of his coat.Harry wanted to know what was in there, but he knew it was useless to ask.

"Come on, get back in that damn car, and don't talk to me on the way back, I'd better keep my mouth shut," said Hagrid.

After another gallop in the small car, they finally stood on the sunny street outside Jiling Pavilion.With a pocket full of money on his back, Harry didn't know where to go first.He didn't have to figure out how many Galleons were in a pound, he knew he'd never had that much in his life, not even Dudley.

"Let's go get you a uniform first." Hagrid said, pointing his head at Madam Malkin's robe shop. "Harry, you don't mind if I go to the Leaky Cauldron for a refreshing drink? Gringotts That little trolley is disgusting." He did look ill, so Harry stepped into Madam Malkin's robe shop alone, feeling quite nervous.

Madam Malkin was a squat witch with a big smile and a purple dress. "Are you going to buy Hogwarts uniforms, dear?" she said before Harry could speak. "We have a lot of them here. To be honest, there is a young man trying on clothes in it right now."

At the back of the shop stood a pale, thin young man on a footstool, and a witch was pinning up his black robe.Madam Malkin made Harry stand on another footstool beside the young man, and put a robe on him, pinning it to the right length for him.

"Hey," said the boy, "are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"My father is helping me buy books next door, and my mother is looking for a wand in the street." He drawled his words in an annoyingly slow, annoying drawl. "Then I'm going to drag them to see broomsticks, and I don't understand why first graders can't have their own broomsticks. I'm like, I'm going to force daddy to buy me

One, and then find a way to sneak it in. "

It made Harry immediately think of Dudley.

"Do you have your own broomstick?" the boy went on.

"No," said Harry.

"Ever played Quidditch?"

"No," said Harry again, confused about what Quidditch was.

"I did. Daddy said it would be a shame if I didn't get picked for our house team. I'll say, I agree with that. Do you know what house you're sorted into?"

"I don't know," said Harry, feeling more and more stupid.

"Of course, no one really knows which house they'll be sorted into until they get there. I know I'm going to be sorted into Slytherin, though, because my family went there - and if I get sorted into Hufflepuff Qi, I think I'll drop out, what do you think?"

Harry hummed, wishing he had something more interesting to say.

"Hey, look at that man!" said the boy, nodding suddenly towards the front window.Hagrid was standing right at the window, grinning at Harry and pointing to two large ice creams, explaining that he couldn't come in.

"That's Hagrid," said Harry, glad to know something the boy didn't. "He works at Hogwarts."

"Oh," said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's a servant, isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper," said Harry.He didn't like the boy more and more.

"Yes, that's right. I heard that this man is very rough. He lives in a small wooden house on the campus. He gets drunk from time to time, plays some magic tricks, and burns his own bed as a result."

"I think he's very clever," said Harry coldly.

"Really?" said the boy slightly mockingly, "Why did he come with you, where are your parents?"

"They're all dead," said Harry simply, not wanting to talk about it with the boy.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the boy said, but there was nothing apologetic in his words. "They're kind of like us too, aren't they?"

"They're witches and wizards, which I suppose you mean."

"I do think they shouldn't have alternative admissions, what do you say? They're different, they haven't been raised with the kind of education we have and don't understand our world. Come to think of it, some of them didn't even get the letter Haven't even heard of Hogwarts as a school. I think the school should be limited to students from old wizarding families. By the way, have you ever played monster cards?"

The boy asked again, "What deck do you like to use?"

"What the hell is that"

Before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "I've tried it, my dear."

Glad he could find an excuse not to talk to the boy any further, Harry jumped off the footstool.

"Okay, then we'll see you at Hogwarts," the boy drawled.

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Harry remained silent as he ate the ice cream Hagrid had bought him (chocolate with raspberries and pralines).

"What's wrong?" Hagrid asked.

"Nothing." Harry lied.They stopped to buy parchment and quills.Harry found a bottle of ink that changed color when he wrote, and his mood improved.As they walked out of the shop, Harry asked "Hagrid, what is Quidditch?"

"Oh my God, Harry, I forgot you know so little that you don't even know Quidditch."

"Please don't make me feel any worse, will you?" he told Hagrid about the pale boy he had met in Madam Malkin's shop.

"—and he said that Muggle-borns shouldn't even be admitted to school—"

"You don't come from a Muggle family. If his parents were wizards and witches—you saw that at the Leaky Cauldron—then he should have grown up hearing your name. Actually, how much does he know, I've seen many of the best wizards come from the only Muggle families who know magic - look at your mother! Look at what kind of sister she has!"

"Then what the hell is Quidditch?"

"That's one of our sports. A ball game played by wizards. It's like - football in the Muggle world - everybody likes Quidditch - played in the air on broomsticks, four Ball—as for the rules of playing ball, it's a little difficult to explain."

"And what are Slytherins and Hufflepuffs?"

"That's the name of the house. There are four houses in the school. It's said that Hufflepuff has a lot of crooks, but—"

"I think I will be sorted into Hufflepuff." Harry said sadly.

"I'd rather be in Hufflepuff than in Slytherin." Hagrid said with a gloomy face. "There isn't a witch or wizard who turned bad who didn't come out of Slytherin, and You-Know-Who is one of them."

"V-sorry-You-Know-Who also attended Hogwarts?"

"Many, many years ago," said Hagrid.

They bought Harry's school textbooks at a bookstore called Lihen.The bookshelves here are filled with books up to the ceiling, in leather bound books as big as paving slabs, and silk books the size of postage stamps; It is a wordless book.even if never read

Dudley would be ecstatic if he was lucky enough to get one or two of them.

Harry picked up a copy of "Curses and Anti-Curses" by Professor Wendick (trick your friends with the latest revenge techniques, make your enemies lose their hair, break their legs, tie their tongues and many other tricks), Hagrid It was easy to drag Harry away from the book.

"I want to find a way to curse Dudley."

"It's not a bad idea, but you can't use magic in the Muggle world, except in very special circumstances," said Hagrid. that level."

Hagrid also didn't let Harry buy a solid gold pot (pewter was listed on the shopping list), but they bought a good quality balance for measuring medicines and a collapsible brass telescope.

Then they visited a pharmacy, which smelled acridly of rotten eggs and rotten cabbage leaves.But the pharmacy is very magical, with barrels of sticky things on the floor, jars of herbs, dried grass roots and various brightly colored powders along the walls, bundles of feathers and clusters of spikes hanging from the ceiling. Teeth and Papa Mao's paws.

While Hagrid was buying a standard dose of various powders from the clerk behind the counter, Harry was perusing a horn made of one-horned buffalo horn, worth twenty-one galleons each, and tiny, jet-black, shiny beetle eyeballs (five nats a scoop).