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Hagrid
rolled
up
the
note
,
gave
it
to
the
owl
,
which
clamped
it
in
its
beak
,
went
to
the
door
,
and
threw
the
owl
out
into
the
storm
.
Then
he
came
back
and
sat
down
as
though
this
was
as
normal
as
talking
on
the
telephone
.
Harry
realized
his
mouth
was
open
and
closed
it
quickly
.
"
Where
was
I
?
"
said
Hagrid
,
but
at
that
moment
,
Uncle
Vernon
,
still
ashen-faced
but
looking
very
angry
,
moved
into
the
firelight
.
"
He
's
not
going
,
"
he
said
.
Hagrid
grunted
.
"
I
'd
like
ter
see
a
great
Muggle
like
you
stop
him
,
"
he
said
.
"
A
what
?
"
said
Harry
,
interested
.
"
A
Muggle
,
"
said
Hagrid
,
"
it
's
what
we
call
nonmagic
folk
like
them
.
An
'
it
's
your
bad
luck
you
grew
up
in
a
family
o
'
the
biggest
Muggles
I
ever
laid
eyes
on
.
"
"
We
swore
when
we
took
him
in
we
'd
put
a
stop
to
that
rubbish
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
"
swore
we
'd
stamp
it
out
of
him
!
Wizard
indeed
!
"
"
You
knew
?
"
said
Harry
.
"
You
knew
I
'm
a
--
a
wizard
?
"
