again. ”mom a, too. i dont know what theyll say
if im not. i dont suppose ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine
if they put me in slytherin.”
”thats the house vol-, i mean, you-knoas in?”
”yeah,” said ron. he flopped bato his seat, looking
depressed.
”you know, i think the ends of scabbers whiskers are a bit
lighter,” said harry, trying to take rons mind off houses. ”so
what do your oldest brothers do now that theyve left, anyway?”
harry was w what a wizard did once hed finished school.
”charlies in romania studying dragons, and bills in africa
doihing fotts,” said ron. ”did you hear about
gringotts? its beehe daily prophet, but i dont
suppose you get that with the muggles -- someoo rob a
high security vault.”
harry stared.
”really? ehem?”
”nothing, thats why its suews. they havent been
caught. my dad says it mustve been a powerful dark wizard to get
rotts, but they dont thiook anything, thats
whats odd. course, everyos s somethihis
happens in case you-know-whos behind it.”
harry turhis news over in his miarting to
get a prickle of fear every time you- knoas mentioned. he
supposed this art the magical world, but it
had been a lot more fortable sayih.
”whats your quidditch team?” ron asked.
”er -- i dont know any,” harry fessed.
”what!” ron looked dumbfounded. ”oh, you wait, its the best game
in the world --” and he was off, explaining all about the four balls
aions of the seven players, desg famous games hed
been to with his brothers aick hed like to get if he
had the mo taking harry through the fis
of the game whement door slid ope again, but it
washe toadless boy, or her