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"I do -- Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.
Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering....
Their mother suddenly became very stern.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
"Could you write it down?" Harry suggested.
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train -- Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Potter, did she say?"
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."
The Sorting Hat can't see,
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
Weather's horrible. Hope you're Well.
They had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny gray one Ron wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.