“I’m half-and-half,” said Seamus. “Me dad’s a Muggle. Mom didn’t tell him she was a witch ’til
after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him.”
The others laughed.
“What about you, Neville?” said Ron.
“Well, my gran brought me up and she’s a witch,” said Neville, “but the family thought I was
all-Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some
magic out of me — he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned — but
nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was
hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a
meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced — all the way down
the garden and into the
road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have
seen their faces when I got in here — they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you
see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad.”
On Harry’s other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione were talking about lessons (“I
do
hope they
start right away, there’s so much to learn, I’m particularly interested in Transfiguration, you
know, turning something into something else, of course, it’s supposed to be very difficult —”;
“You’ll
be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing — ”).
Harry, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table again. Hagrid was
drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore.
Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked
nose, and sallow skin.
It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell’s turban straight into
Harry’s eyes — and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry’s forehead.
“Ouch!” Harry clapped a hand to his head.
“What is it?” asked Percy.
“N-nothing.”
The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off
was the feeling Harry had
gotten from the teacher’s look — a feeling that he didn’t like Harry at all.
“Who’s that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?” he asked Percy.
“Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he’s looking so nervous, that’s Professor
Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn’t want to — everyone knows he’s after Quirrell’s job.
Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape.”
Harry watched Snape for a while, but Snape didn’t look at him again.
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall
fell silent.
“Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered.
I have a few start-of-term
notices to give you.
“First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our
older students would do well to remember that as well.”
Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
“I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be
used between classes in the corridors.
“Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for
their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
“And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of
bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.”
Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did.
“He’s not serious?” he muttered to Percy.
“Must be,” said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. “It’s odd, because he usually gives us a reason
why we’re not allowed to go somewhere — the forest’s
full of dangerous beasts, everyone
knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least.”
“And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!” cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed
that the other teachers’ smiles had become rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long
golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the
tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into
words.
“Everyone pick their favorite tune,” said Dumbledore, “and off we go!”
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