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"I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school."
"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL To TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon.
"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."
"All what?" asked Harry.
"I haven't got any money -- and you heard Uncle Vernon last night ... he won't pay for me to go and learn magic."
He'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash. He couldn't remember being in the car when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burn- ing pain on his forehead. This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared.
"Er -- yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, shuffling his feet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
Those cunning folk use any means
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigget. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:
"Don't make me feel worse," said Harry. He told Hagrid about the pate boy in Madam Malkin's.
The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in.