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Harry
woke
at
five
o'clock
the
next
morning
and
was
too
excited
and
nervous
to
go
back
to
sleep
.
He
got
up
and
pulled
on
his
jeans
because
he
did
n't
want
to
walk
into
the
station
in
his
wizard
's
robes
--
he
'd
change
on
the
train
.
He
checked
his
Hogwarts
list
yet
again
to
make
sure
he
had
everything
he
needed
,
saw
that
Hedwig
was
shut
safely
in
her
cage
,
and
then
paced
the
room
,
waiting
for
the
Dursleys
to
get
up
.
Two
hours
later
,
Harry
's
huge
,
heavy
trunk
had
been
loaded
into
the
Dursleys
'
car
,
Aunt
Petunia
had
talked
Dudley
into
sitting
next
to
Harry
,
and
they
had
set
off
.
They
reached
King
's
Cross
at
half
past
ten
.
Uncle
Vernon
dumped
Harry
's
trunk
onto
a
cart
and
wheeled
it
into
the
station
for
him
.
Harry
thought
this
was
strangely
kind
until
Uncle
Vernon
stopped
dead
,
facing
the
platforms
with
a
nasty
grin
on
his
face
.
"
Well
,
there
you
are
,
boy
.
Platform
nine
--
platform
ten
.
Your
platform
should
be
somewhere
in
the
middle
,
but
they
do
n't
seem
to
have
built
it
yet
,
do
they
?
"
He
was
quite
right
,
of
course
.
There
was
a
big
plastic
number
nine
over
one
platform
and
a
big
plastic
number
ten
over
the
one
next
to
it
,
and
in
the
middle
,
nothing
at
all
.
"
Have
a
good
term
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
with
an
even
nastier
smile
.
He
left
without
another
word
.
Harry
turned
and
saw
the
Dursleys
drive
away
.
All
three
of
them
were
laughing
.
Harry
's
mouth
went
rather
dry
.
What
on
earth
was
he
going
to
do
?
He
was
starting
to
attract
a
lot
of
funny
looks
,
because
of
Hedwig
.
He
'd
have
to
ask
someone
.
He
stopped
a
passing
guard
,
but
did
n't
dare
mention
platform
nine
and
three-quarters
.
The
guard
had
never
heard
of
Hogwarts
and
when
Harry
could
n't
even
tell
him
what
part
of
the
country
it
was
in
,
he
started
to
get
annoyed
,
as
though
Harry
was
being
stupid
on
purpose
.
Getting
desperate
,
Harry
asked
for
the
train
that
left
at
eleven
o'clock
,
but
the
guard
said
there
was
n't
one
.
In
the
end
the
guard
strode
away
,
muttering
about
time
wasters
.
Harry
was
now
trying
hard
not
to
panic
.
According
to
the
large
clock
over
the
arrivals
board
,
he
had
ten
minutes
left
to
get
on
the
train
to
Hogwarts
and
he
had
no
idea
how
to
do
it
;
he
was
stranded
in
the
middle
of
a
station
with
a
trunk
he
could
hardly
lift
,
a
pocket
full
of
wizard
money
,
and
a
large
owl
.
Hagrid
must
have
forgotten
to
tell
him
something
you
had
to
do
,
like
tapping
the
third
brick
on
the
left
to
get
into
Diagon
Alley
.
He
wondered
if
he
should
get
out
his
wand
and
start
tapping
the
ticket
inspector
's
stand
between
platforms
nine
and
ten
.
At
that
moment
a
group
of
people
passed
just
behind
him
and
he
caught
a
few
words
of
what
they
were
saying
.
"
--
packed
with
Muggles
,
of
course
--
"
Harry
swung
round
.
The
speaker
was
a
plump
woman
who
was
talking
to
four
boys
,
all
with
flaming
red
hair
.
Each
of
them
was
pushing
a
trunk
like
Harry
's
in
front
of
him
--
and
they
had
an
owl
.
