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Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old
"I haven't got any money -- and you heard Uncle Vernon last night ... he won't pay for me to go and learn magic."
"How did he get covered in blood?" asked Seamus with great interest.
"He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference," said Ron in disgust. "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look..."
"Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin' how little yeh know -- not knowin' about Quidditch!"
"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."
"Bleaaargh -- see? Sprouts."
"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.
"Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot..."
The oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and Harry noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it.
"Hurry up!" their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.
He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.
At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall. Hagrid folded up his newspaper, and they clambered up the stone steps onto the street.
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."