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"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
"Let me see it!" demanded Dudley.
Harry turned over his card and read:
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.
"Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," Hagrid muttered, turning the page.
"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.
He took off his thick black coat and threw it to Harry.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.
"What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" Harry asked.
Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory the next day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry wished they wouldn't, because he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes.
The Sorting Hat can't see,