he cleared his throat.
”sunshier mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat
yellow.”
he waved his wand, but nothing happened. scabbers stayed gray
and fast asleep.
”are you sure thats a real spell?” said the girl. ”well,
its nood, is it? ive tried a few simple spells just
for prad its all worked for me. nobody in my familys
magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when i got my letter,
but i was ever so pleased, of ean, its the very best
school of witchcraft there is, ive heard -- ive learned all our
course books by heart, of course, i just hope it will be enough --
im hermier, by the way, who are you.
she said all this very fast.
harry looked at ron, ao see by his stunned
face that he hadnt learhe course books by heart either.
”im ron weasley,” ron muttered.
”harry potter,” said harry.
”are you really?” said hermione. ”i know all about you, of course
-- i got a few extra br, and youre in
mical history and the rise and fall of the dark arts and
great wizardihe tweury.
”am i?” said harry, feeling dazed.
”goodness, didnt you know, id have fouhing i
could if it was me,” said hermioher of you know what house
youll be in? ive been asking around, and i hope im in gryffindor,
it sounds by far the best; i hear dumbledore himself was in it, but
i suppose ravenclaw wouldoo bad.... anyway, wed better go
and look for oad. you two had better ge, you know,
i expect well be there soon.”
aakioadless boy with her.
”whatever house im in, i hope shes not in it,” said ron. he
threw his wand bato his trunk. ”stupid spell -- geave
it to me, bet he k was a dud.”
”what house are your brothers in?” asked harry.
”gryffindor,” said ron. gloom seemed to be settling on him