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"Not today, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore. "But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you."
Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.
"Givin' me advice on gettin' kelpies out of a well," growled
"He'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss," said Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder, too.
4. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?
"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"
Both trolleys hit the barrier and bounced backward; Ron's trunk fell off with a loud thump, Harry was knocked off his feet, and Hedwig's cage bounced onto the shiny floor, and she rolled away, shrieking indignantly; people all around them stared and a guard nearby yelled, "What in blazes d'you think you're doing?"
"I understand, sir, of course," said Mr. Borgin. "Let me see. . ."
"My wand," said Ron, in a shaky voice. "Look at my wand -"
Wood wasn't pleased.
"My late lamented lords, ladies, and gentlemen, it is my great sorrow . . ."
"But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?"
"Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. I'll expect you at the manor tomorrow to pick up the goods."
"Get out of the way, Colin!" said Harry angrily. He and Hermione supported Ron out of the stadium and across the grounds toward the edge of the forest.
The nose of the car dropped. They were falling, gathering speed, heading straight for the solid castle wall.
Harry said nothing. He felt a bit awkward. Stored in an underground vault at Gringotts in London was a small fortune that his parents had left him. Of course, it was only in the wizarding world that he had money; you couldn't use Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts
"What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?" said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad-tempered. "Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good, it's just because he's famous ... famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead . . . .";
he next day, however, Harry barely grinned once. Things started to go downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall. The four long house tables were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling (today, a dull, cloudy gray). Harry and Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug. There was a slight stiffness in the way she said "Morning," which told Harry that she was still disapproving of the way they had arrived. Neville Longbottom, on the other hand, greeted them cheerfully. Neville was a round-faced and accident-prone boy with the worst memory of anyone Harry had ever met.。