make a job of it, i suppose, or maybe he just liked killin
by then. but he t do it. never wondered how you got that
mark ohat was no ordinary cut. thats what yeh get
owerful, evil curse touches yeh -- took an
dad an yer house, even -- but it didnt work on you, an thats why
yer famous, harry. no one ever lived after he decided ter kill em,
you, an hed killed some o the best wit
wizards of the age -- the ms, the bos --
an you was only a baby, an you lived.”
something very painful was going on in harrys mind. as hagrids
story came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of green
light, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before -- and he
remembered somethihe first time in his life: a high,
ch.
hagrid was watg him sadly.
”took yeh from the ruined house myself, on dumbledores
ht yeh ter this lot...”
”load of old tosh,” said un. harry jumped; he had
almotten that the dursleys were there. uainly
seemed to have got back his ce. he was glaring at hagrid and
his fists were ched.
”now, you listen here, boy,” he snarled, ”i accept theres
somethi you, probably nothing a good beating
wouldnt have cured -- and as for all this about your parents,
well, they were weirdos, , and the worlds better off
without them in my opinion -- asked for all they got, getting mixed
up with these es -- just ected, always knew
theyd e to a stid --”
but at that moment, hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a
battered pink umbrella from i. pointing this at uncle
vernon like a sword, he said, ”im warning you, dursley -im warning
you -- one more word... ”
in danger of beihe end of an umbrella by a
bearded giant, uns ce failed agaiened
himself against the wall a.
”thats better,” s