“Firs’ years over here! Firs’ years!” called a rather large man once we got off the train. I knew him from Harry’s letters that this was the one and only Hagrid. “Good luck,” Harry smiled at me. Hermione smiled and waved, while Ron grinned and nodded his head encouragingly. I could just make out a bright blond within the middle of the crowd, looking at me nervously. But once he saw m...
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