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"
You
do
n't
have
to
--
"
"
I
know
I
do
n't
have
to
.
Tell
yeh
what
,
I
'll
get
yer
animal
.
Not
a
toad
,
toads
went
outta
fashion
years
ago
,
yeh
'd
be
laughed
at
--
an
'
I
don
'
like
cats
,
they
make
me
sneeze
.
I
'll
get
yer
an
owl
.
All
the
kids
want
owls
,
they
're
dead
useful
,
carry
yer
mail
an
'
everythin
'
.
"
Twenty
minutes
later
,
they
left
Eeylops
Owl
Emporium
,
which
had
been
dark
and
full
of
rustling
and
flickering
,
jewel-bright
eyes
.
Harry
now
carried
a
large
cage
that
held
a
beautiful
snowy
owl
,
fast
asleep
with
her
head
under
her
wing
.
He
could
n't
stop
stammering
his
thanks
,
sounding
just
like
Professor
Quirrell
.
"
Don
'
mention
it
,
"
said
Hagrid
gruffly
.
"
Don
'
expect
you
've
had
a
lotta
presents
from
them
Dursleys
.
Just
Ollivanders
left
now
--
only
place
fer
wands
,
Ollivanders
,
and
yeh
got
ta
have
the
best
wand
.
"
A
magic
wand
...
this
was
what
Harry
had
been
really
looking
forward
to
.
The
last
shop
was
narrow
and
shabby
.
Peeling
gold
letters
over
the
door
read
Ollivanders
:
Makers
of
Fine
Wands
since
382
B.
C
.
A
single
wand
lay
on
a
faded
purple
cushion
in
the
dusty
window
.
A
tinkling
bell
rang
somewhere
in
the
depths
of
the
shop
as
they
stepped
inside
.
It
was
a
tiny
place
,
empty
except
for
a
single
,
spindly
chair
that
Hagrid
sat
on
to
wait
.
Harry
felt
strangely
as
though
he
had
entered
a
very
strict
library
;
he
swallowed
a
lot
of
new
questions
that
had
just
occurred
to
him
and
looked
instead
at
the
thousands
of
narrow
boxes
piled
neatly
right
up
to
the
ceiling
.
For
some
reason
,
the
back
of
his
neck
prickled
.
The
very
dust
and
silence
in
here
seemed
to
tingle
with
some
secret
magic
.
"
Good
afternoon
,
"
said
a
soft
voice
.
Harry
jumped
.
Hagrid
must
have
jumped
,
too
,
because
there
was
a
loud
crunching
noise
and
he
got
quickly
off
the
spindly
chair
.
An
old
man
was
standing
before
them
,
his
wide
,
pale
eyes
shining
like
moons
through
the
gloom
of
the
shop
.
