”dursley!” he boomed.
un, who had gone very pale, whispered something that
sounded like ”mimblewimble.” hagrid stared wildly at harry.
”but yeh must know about yet mom and dad,” he said. ”i mean,
theyre famous. youre famous.”
”what? my -- my mom a famous, were they?”
”yeh don know... yeh don know...” hagrid ran his fingers
through his hair, fixing harry with a bewildered stare.
”yeh don know what yeh are?” he said finally.
un suddenly found his voice.
”stop!” he aht there, sit! i forbid you to
tell the boy anything!”
a braver man than vernon dursley would have quailed uhe
furious lave him; oke, his every
syllable trembled with rage.
”you old him? old him what was ier
dumbledore left fer him? i was there! i saw dumbledore leave it,
dursley! an youve kept it from him all these years?”
”kept what from me?” said harry eagerly.
”stop! i forbid you!” yelled un in panic.
auunia gave a gasp of horror.
”ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh,” said hagrid. ”harry --
yet a wizard.”
there was sile. ohe whistling
wind could be heard.
”-- a ed harry.
”a wizard, o course,” said hagrid, sitting ba the
sofa, whied and sank even lower, ”an a thumpin goodun,
id say, once yehve been trained up a bit. with a mum an dad
like yours, what else would yeh be? an i re its abou time
yeh read yer letter.”
harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish
envelope, addressed in emerald green to mr. h. potter, the floor,
hut-ohe sea. he pulled out the letter and read:
hogwarts school of witd wizardry
headmaster: albus dumbledore
(order of merlin, first class, grand sorc., chf. warlock,
sup