ous... ”
he put harrys wand bato its box a in brown
paper, still muttering, ”curious... curious..
”sorry,” said harry, ”but whats curious?”
mr. ollivander fixed harry with his pale stare.
”i remember every wand ive ever sold, mr. potter. every single
wand. it so happens that the phoeail feather is in your
waher feather -- just o is very curious
i you should be destihis was brother
why, its brave you that scar.”
harry swallowed.
”yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. yew. deed how these
thihe wahe wizard, remember.... i think
we must expect great things from you, mr. potter.... after all, he-
who-must-not-be-named did great things -- terrible, yes, but great.”
harry shivered. he wasnt sure he liked mr. ollivaoo
much. he paid seven gold galleons for his wand, and mr. ollivander
bowed them from his shop.
the late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as harry and hagrid
made their way ba diagohrough the wall, back
through the leaky pty. harry didnt speak at all
as they walked down the road; he didiuch people
were gawkihe undergrouhey were with all
their funny-shaped packages, with the sno in its
harrys lap. up aor, out into paddington station; harry
only realized where they were ed him on the shoulder.
”got time fer a bite to eat before yer train leaves,” he said.
he bought harry a hamburger a down on plastic seats
to eat them. harry kept looking ar looked se,
somehow.
”yht, harry? yer very quiet,” said hagrid.
harry wasnt sure he could explain. hed just had the best
birthday of his life -- a -- he chewed his hamburger, trying
to find the words.
”everyohinks im special,” he said at last. ”all those people
in the leaky , professor quirrell, mr. olliva i
dont know anything about magic at all. how they expect great