9;m g them off to t brooms. i
dont see why first years t have their own. i think ill bully
father iing me one and ill smuggle it in somehow.”
harry was strongly reminded of dudley.
”have you got your own broom?” the boy went on.
”no,” said harry.
”play quidditch at all?”
”nai oh quidditch
could be.
”i do -- father says its a crime if im o play for
my house, and i must say, i agree. know what house youll be i?”
”no,” said harry, feeliupid by the minute.
”well, no one really knows uhere, do they, but i
know ill be in slytherin, all our family have been -- imagine being
ihink id leave, wouldnt you?” ”mmm,” said harry,
wishing he could say something a bit m.
”i say, look at that man!” said the boy suddenly, nodding toward
the front window. hagrid was standing there, grinning at harry and
pointing at twe ice creams to show he t e in.
”thats hagrid,” said harry, pleased to khe boy
didnt. ”he wwarts.”
”oh,” said the boy, ”ive heard of him. hes a sort of servant,
isnt he?”
”hes the gamekeeper,” said harry. he was liking the boy less
and less every sed.
”yes, exactly. i heard hes a sort of savage -- lives in a
hut on the school grounds and every now as drunk,
tries to do magids up settio his bed.”
”i think hes brilliant,” said harry coldly.
”do you?” said the boy, with a slight sneer. ”why is he with
you? arents?”
”theyre dead,” said harry shortly. he didnt feel much like
going ier with this boy.
”oh, sorry,” said the other,. not sounding sorry at all. ”but
they were our kihey?”
”they were a witd wizard, if thats what you mean.”