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In
the
back
of
the
shop
,
a
boy
with
a
pale
,
pointed
face
was
standing
on
a
footstool
while
a
second
witch
pinned
up
his
long
black
robes
.
Madam
Malkin
stood
Harry
on
a
stool
next
to
him
slipped
a
long
robe
over
his
head
,
and
began
to
pin
it
to
the
right
length
.
"
Hello
,
"
said
the
boy
,
"
Hogwarts
,
too
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
My
father
's
next
door
buying
my
books
and
mother
's
up
the
street
looking
at
wands
,
"
said
the
boy
.
He
had
a
bored
,
drawling
voice
.
"
Then
I
'm
going
to
drag
them
off
to
took
at
racing
brooms
.
I
do
n't
see
why
first
years
ca
n't
have
their
own
.
I
think
I
'll
bully
father
into
getting
me
one
and
I
'll
smuggle
it
in
somehow
.
"
Harry
was
strongly
reminded
of
Dudley
.
"
Have
you
got
your
own
broom
?
"
the
boy
went
on
.
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Play
Quidditch
at
all
?
"
"
No
,
"
Harry
said
again
,
wondering
what
on
earth
Quidditch
could
be
.
"
I
do
--
Father
says
it
's
a
crime
if
I
'm
not
picked
to
play
for
my
house
,
and
I
must
say
,
I
agree
.
Know
what
house
you
'll
be
in
yet
?
"
