s in his eyes.
”otter, wele back.”
harry didnt know what to say. everyone was looking at him. the
old woman with the pipe uffing on it with it had
go. hagrid was beaming.
then there ing of d the ,
harry found himself shaking hands with everyohe leaky
.
”doris r. potter, t believe im meeting you
at last.”
”so proud, mr. potter, im just so proud.”
”always wao shake your hand -- im all of a flutter.”
”delighted, mr. potter, just t tell you, diggles the name,
dedalus diggle.”
”ive seen you before!” said harry, as dedalus diggles top
hat fell off i. ”you bowed to me on a shop.”
”he remembers!” cried dedalus diggle, looking around at
everyone. ”did you hear that? he remembers me!” harry shook hands
again and again -- doris crockford kept ing baore.
a pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. one of
his eyes was twitg.
”professor quirrell!” said hagrid. ”harry, professor quirrell
will be one of your teachers at hogwarts.”
”p-p-potter,” stammered professrasping harrys
hand, ”t t-tell you how p- pleased i am to meet you.”
”what sic do you teach, professor quirrell?”
”d-defe the d-d-dark arts,” muttered professor
quirrell, as though hed rather not think about it. ”n-not that
you , eh, p-p-potter?” he laughed nervously. ”youll be
g-getting all your equipment, i suppose? ive g-got to p-pick up
a new b-book on vampires, m-myself.” he looked terrified at the
very thought.
but the others would professor quirrell keep harry to
himself. it took almost te away from them all. at
last, hagrid mao make himself heard over the babble.
”must get on -- lots ter buy. e on, harry.”
doris crockford shook harrys haime, and hagrid