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"
They
're
dead
,
"
said
Harry
shortly
.
He
did
n't
feel
much
like
going
into
the
matter
with
this
boy
.
"
Oh
,
sorry
,
"
said
the
other
,
not
sounding
sorry
at
all
.
"
But
they
were
our
kind
,
were
n't
they
?
"
"
They
were
a
witch
and
wizard
,
if
that
's
what
you
mean
.
"
"
I
really
do
n't
think
they
should
let
the
other
sort
in
,
do
you
?
They
're
just
not
the
same
,
they
've
never
been
brought
up
to
know
our
ways
.
Some
of
them
have
never
even
heard
of
Hogwarts
until
they
get
the
letter
,
imagine
.
I
think
they
should
keep
it
in
the
old
wizarding
families
.
What
's
your
surname
,
anyway
?
"
But
before
Harry
could
answer
,
Madam
Malkin
said
,
"
That
's
you
done
,
my
dear
,
"
and
Harry
,
not
sorry
for
an
excuse
to
stop
talking
to
the
boy
,
hopped
down
from
the
footstool
.
"
Well
,
I
'll
see
you
at
Hogwarts
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
the
drawling
boy
.
Harry
was
rather
quiet
as
he
ate
the
ice
cream
Hagrid
had
bought
him
(
chocolate
and
raspberry
with
chopped
nuts
)
.
"
What
's
up
?
"
said
Hagrid
.
"
Nothing
,
"
Harry
lied
.
They
stopped
to
buy
parchment
and
quills
.
Harry
cheered
up
a
bit
when
he
found
a
bottle
of
ink
that
changed
color
as
you
wrote
.
When
they
had
left
the
shop
,
he
said
,
"
Hagrid
,
what
's
Quidditch
?
"
"
Blimey
,
Harry
,
I
keep
forgettin
'
how
little
yeh
know
--
not
knowin
'
about
Quidditch
!
"
