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"
C'mon
,
follow
me
--
any
more
firs
'
years
?
Mind
yer
step
,
now
!
Firs
'
years
follow
me
!
"
Slipping
and
stumbling
,
they
followed
Hagrid
down
what
seemed
to
be
a
steep
,
narrow
path
.
It
was
so
dark
on
either
side
of
them
that
Harry
thought
there
must
be
thick
trees
there
.
Nobody
spoke
much
.
Neville
,
the
boy
who
kept
losing
his
toad
,
sniffed
once
or
twice
.
"
Yeh
'll
get
yer
firs
'
sight
o
'
Hogwarts
in
a
sec
,
"
Hagrid
called
over
his
shoulder
,
"
jus
'
round
this
bend
here
.
"
There
was
a
loud
"
Oooooh
!
"
The
narrow
path
had
opened
suddenly
onto
the
edge
of
a
great
black
lake
.
Perched
atop
a
high
mountain
on
the
other
side
,
its
windows
sparkling
in
the
starry
sky
,
was
a
vast
castle
with
many
turrets
and
towers
.
"
No
more
'n
four
to
a
boat
!
"
Hagrid
called
,
pointing
to
a
fleet
of
little
boats
sitting
in
the
water
by
the
shore
.
Harry
and
Ron
were
followed
into
their
boat
by
Neville
and
Hermione
.
"
Everyone
in
?
"
shouted
Hagrid
,
who
had
a
boat
to
himself
.
"
Right
then
--
FORWARD
!
"
And
the
fleet
of
little
boats
moved
off
all
at
once
,
gliding
across
the
lake
,
which
was
as
smooth
as
glass
.
Everyone
was
silent
,
staring
up
at
the
great
castle
overhead
.
It
towered
over
them
as
they
sailed
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
cliff
on
which
it
stood
.
"
Heads
down
!
"
yelled
Hagrid
as
the
first
boats
reached
the
cliff
;
they
all
bent
their
heads
and
the
little
boats
carried
them
through
a
curtain
of
ivy
that
hid
a
wide
opening
in
the
cliff
face
.
They
were
carried
along
a
dark
tunnel
,
which
seemed
to
be
taking
them
right
underneath
the
castle
,
until
they
reached
a
kind
of
underground
harbor
,
where
they
clambered
out
onto
rocks
and
pebbles
.
