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Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.
At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Harry tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.
"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here -- but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver them they'll just give up."
Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon.
"Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot..."
"Er -- okay," said Harry.
"All what?" asked Harry.
"Yeah -- but we'll go back in this. Not s'pposed ter use magic now I've got yeh."
Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.
"It's not funny. And look after Ron."
"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag.";