of their reach... dreading going to school with that ridiculous
haircut, hed mao make it grow bad the very last
time dudley had hit him, had his reve even
realizing he was doing it? had a boa ?
harry looked back at hagrid, smiling, and saw that hagrid was
positively beaming at him.
”see?” said hagrid. ”harry potter, not a wizard -- you wait,
youll be right famous at hogwarts.”
but un wasnt goihout a fight.
”havent i told you hes not going?” he hissed. ”hes going to
stonewall high and hell be grateful for it. ive read those letters
and he needs all sorts of rubbish -- spell books and wands and --”
”if he wants ter gle like you wont stop
him,” growled hagrid. ”stop lily an james potter s son goin
ter hogwarts! yer mad. his names been down ever since he was
born. hes off ter the fi school of witd wizardry in
the world. sevehere and he wont know himself. hell be
with youngsters of his own se, an hell be under
the greatest headmaster hogwarts ever had albus dumbled--”
”i am not paying for some crackpot old fool to teach him magic
tricks!” yelled un.
but he had firid seized his umbrella and
whirled it over his head, ”hundered, ”- insult- albus-
dumbledore- in- front- of- me!”
he brought the umbrella swishing dh the air to point
at dudley -- there was a flash of violet light, a sound like
a firecracker, a sharp squeal, a sed, dudley was
dan the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom,
howling in paiurned his ba, harry saw a curly
pigs tail ph a hole in his trousers.
un roared. pulliunia ahe
other room, he e last terrified look at hagrid and slammed
the door behind them.
hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.
”shouldnta lost me temper,” he