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When
everyone
had
eaten
as
much
as
they
could
,
the
remains
of
the
food
faded
from
the
plates
,
leaving
them
sparkling
clean
as
before
.
A
moment
later
the
desserts
appeared
.
Blocks
of
ice
cream
in
every
flavor
you
could
think
of
,
apple
pies
,
treacle
tarts
,
chocolate
eclairs
and
jam
doughnuts
,
trifle
,
strawberries
,
Jell-O
,
rice
pudding
...
As
Harry
helped
himself
to
a
treacle
tart
,
the
talk
turned
to
their
families
.
"
I
'm
half-and-half
,
"
said
Seamus
.
"
Me
dad
's
a
Muggle
.
Mom
did
n'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
.
