d.
”what about you, neville?” said ron.
”well, my gran brought me up and shes a witch,” said neville,
”but the family thought i was all- muggle fes. my great uncle
algie kept trying to y guard and foragic out
of me -- he pushed me off the end of blackpool pier onearly
drow nothiil i was eight. great uncle algie
d for dinner, and he was ha of an upstairs
window by the ankles wheie enid offered him a meringue
aally let go. but i bounced -- all the way down the
garden and ihey were all really pleased, gran was
g, she y. and you should have seen their fa
i got ihey thought i might not be magiough to e,
you see. great uncle algie leased he bought me my toad.”
on harrys other side, percy weasley and hermi
about lessons (”i do hope they start right away, theres so much
to learn, im partiterested in transfiguration, you know,
turo something else, of course, its supposed to
be very difficult-”; ”youll be starting small, just matto
hat sort of thing -- ”).
harry, wh to feel y, looked up at
the high table again. hagrid was drinking deeply from
his goblet. prall was talking to professor
dumbledore. professor quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking
to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.
it happened very suddenly. the hook-eacher looked past
quirrells turban straight into harrys eyes -- and a sharp, hot
pain shot across the s harrys forehead.
”ouch!” harry clapped a hand to his head.
”what is it?” asked percy.
”n-nothing.”
the pain had gone as quickly as it had e. harder to shake
off was the feeling harry had gotteeachers look --
a feeling that he didnt like harry at all.
”whos that teacher talking to professor quirrell?” he asked
percy.
”oh, you know quirrell already, do you? no wonder hes looking so
hats professor seaches potions, but he doesnt