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"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't suppose you get that with the Muggles -- someone tried to rob a high security vault."
And don't get in a flap!
Harry woke at five o'clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn't want to walk into the station in his wizard's robes -- he'd change on the train. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Hedwig was shut safely in her cage, and then paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up. Two hours later, Harry's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys' car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry, and they had set off.
"Starving," said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.
With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment.
"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had my cupboard on it."
"Hello, dear," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."
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.
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic.
"-- a what?" gasped Harry.
Harry tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped its beak fiercely at him and carried on savaging the coat.
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
Harry, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them.
He could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up. Harry grinned back. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Harry spotted Professor Quirtell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban.