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"Gryffindor," said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.
All Harry's -- it was incredible. The Dursleys couldn't have known about this or they'd have had it from him faster than blinking. How often had they complained how much Harry cost them to keep? And all the time there had been a small fortune belonging to him, buried deep under London.
"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about the YouKnow-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."
Uncle Vernon grunted again.
Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.
He grinned at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
"School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers, but --"
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:
I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've in troduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."
"There's a Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked, before he could stop himself.
"C'mon, follow me -- any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.
the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall 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.
And don't get in a flap!