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"
It
's
gettin
'
late
and
we
've
got
lots
ter
do
tomorrow
,
"
said
Hagrid
loudly
.
"
Got
ta
get
up
ter
town
,
get
all
yer
books
an
'
that
.
"
He
took
off
his
thick
black
coat
and
threw
it
to
Harry
.
"
You
can
kip
under
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
Don
'
mind
if
it
wriggles
a
bit
,
I
think
I
still
got
a
couple
o
'
doormice
in
one
o
'
the
pockets
.
"
Harry
woke
early
the
next
morning
.
Although
he
could
tell
it
was
daylight
,
he
kept
his
eyes
shut
tight
.
"
It
was
a
dream
,
he
told
himself
firmly
.
"
I
dreamed
a
giant
called
Hagrid
came
to
tell
me
I
was
going
to
a
school
for
wizards
.
When
I
open
my
eyes
I
'll
be
at
home
in
my
cupboard
.
"
There
was
suddenly
a
loud
tapping
noise
.
And
there
's
Aunt
Petunia
knocking
on
the
door
,
Harry
thought
,
his
heart
sinking
.
But
he
still
did
n't
open
his
eyes
.
It
had
been
such
a
good
dream
.
Tap
.
Tap
.
Tap
.
"
All
right
,
"
Harry
mumbled
,
"
I
'm
getting
up
.
"
He
sat
up
and
Hagrid
's
heavy
coat
fell
off
him
.
The
hut
was
full
of
sunlight
,
the
storm
was
over
,
Hagrid
himself
was
asleep
on
the
collapsed
sofa
,
and
there
was
an
owl
rapping
its
claw
on
the
window
,
a
newspaper
held
in
its
beak
.
