”i bet im in hufflepuff” said harry gloomily.
”better hufflepuff than slytherin,” said hagrid darkly. ”theres
not a sich or ent bad who wasnt in
slytherin. you-knoas one.”
”vol-, sorry - you-knoas at hogwarts?”
”years an years ago,” said hagrid.
they bought harrys school books in a shop called flourish
and blotts where the shelves were stacked to the g with
boe as paving stones bouher; books the
size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar
symbols and a few books with nothi all. even dudley,
who hing, would have been wild to get his hands on
some of these. hagrid almost had t harry away from d
tercurses (bewitch your friends and befuddle your eh
the latest revenges: hair loss, jelly-legs, toying and much,
much more) by professor vindictus viridian.
”i was trying to find out how to curse dudley.”
”im not sayin thats not a good idea, but yer not ter use
magi the muggle world ex very special ces,”
said hagrid. ”an anyway, yeh work any of them curses yet,
yehll more study befet ter that level.”
hagrid would harry buy a solid gold , either
(”it says pewter o”), but they got a of
scales f potios and a collapsible brass
teles they visited the apothecary, which was fasg
enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs
and rotted cabbages. barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor;
jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lihe walls;
buhers, strings of fangs, and snarled g from
the g. while hagrid asked the mahe ter for a
supply of some basi is for harry, harry himself
examined silver unis at twenty-one galleons ead
miery-black beetle eyes (five knuts a scoop).
outside the aprid checked harrys list again.
”just yer wa - a yeah, an i still havent got yeh a