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Mr. H. Potter
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,
Hagrid helped Harry pile some of it into a bag.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Their mother suddenly became very stern.
"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"
Harry stared. Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. He looked back at the snake and winked, too.
"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."
"No post on Sundays," he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today --"
Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.
Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening.
Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
"What!" Ron looked dumbfounded. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world --" And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.,