led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard,
where there was nothing but a trash d a few weeds.
hagrid gri harry.
”told yeh, didnt i? told yeh you was famous. even professor
quirrell was trembli yeh -- mind you, hes usually
tremblin.”
”is he always that nervous?”
”oh, yeah. poor bloke. brilliant mind. he as
studyin outta books but theook a year et some
firsthahey say he met vampires in the black
forest, and there was a nasty bit o trouble with a hag -- never
been the same sihe students, scared of his own
subjeow, wheres me umbrella?”
vampires? hags? harrys head was swimming. hagrid, meanwhile,
was g bri the wall above the trash .
”three up... two auttered. ”right, stand back, harry.”
he tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.
the brick he had touched quivered -- it wriggled -- in the
middle, a small hole appeared -- it grew wider and wider -- a sed
later they were fa archway large enough even frid, an
arto a cobbled street that twisted a of sight.
”wele,” said hagrid, ”to diagon alley.”
he gri harrys amazemeepped through the
archway. harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway
shrink instantly bato solid wall.
the suly on a stack of s outside the
shop. s -- all sizes - copper, brass, pewter, silver
-- self-stirring -- collapsible, said a sign hahem.
”yeah, youll be needin one,” said hagrid, ”but we gotta get
yer mo.”
harry wished he had about eight more eyes. he turned his head
iion as they the street, trying to look at
everythihe shops, the things outside them, the people
d. a plump womahecary was
shakihey passed, saying, ”dragoeen
si ouheyre