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"
We
'll
be
at
Hogwarts
in
ten
minutes
,
"
said
Professor
Lupin
.
"
Are
you
all
right
,
Harry
?
"
Harry
did
n't
ask
how
Professor
Lupin
knew
his
name
.
"
Fine
,
"
he
muttered
,
embarrassed
.
They
did
n't
talk
much
during
the
remainder
of
the
journey
.
At
long
last
,
the
train
stopped
at
Hogsmeade
station
,
and
there
was
a
great
scramble
to
get
outside
;
owls
hooted
,
cats
meowed
,
and
Neville
's
pet
toad
croaked
loudly
from
under
his
hat
.
It
was
freezing
on
the
tiny
platform
;
rain
was
driving
down
in
icy
sheets
.
"
Firs
'
years
this
way
!
"
called
a
familiar
voice
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
turned
and
saw
the
gigantic
outline
of
Hagrid
at
the
other
end
of
the
platform
,
beckoning
the
terrified-looking
new
students
forward
for
their
traditional
journey
across
the
lake
.
"
All
right
,
you
three
?
"
Hagrid
yelled
over
the
heads
of
the
crowd
.
They
waved
at
him
,
but
had
no
chance
to
speak
to
him
because
the
mass
of
people
around
them
was
shunting
them
away
along
the
platform
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
followed
the
rest
of
the
school
along
the
platform
and
out
onto
a
rough
mud
track
,
where
at
least
a
hundred
stagecoaches
awaited
the
remaining
students
,
each
pulled
,
Harry
could
only
assume
,
by
an
invisible
horse
,
because
when
they
climbed
inside
and
shut
the
door
,
the
coach
set
off
all
by
itself
,
bumping
and
swaying
in
procession
.
The
coach
smelled
faintly
of
mold
and
straw
.
Harry
felt
better
since
the
chocolate
,
but
still
weak
.
Ron
and
Hermione
kept
looking
at
him
sideways
,
as
though
frightened
he
might
collapse
again
.
As
the
carriage
trundled
toward
a
pair
of
magnificent
wrought
iron
gates
,
flanked
with
stone
columns
topped
with
winged
boars
,
Harry
saw
two
more
towering
,
hooded
Dementors
,
standing
guard
on
either
side
.
A
wave
of
cold
sickness
threatened
to
engulf
him
again
;
he
leaned
back
into
the
lumpy
seat
and
closed
his
eyes
until
they
had
passed
the
gates
.
The
carriage
picked
up
speed
on
the
long
,
sloping
drive
up
to
the
castle
;
Hermione
was
leaning
out
of
the
tiny
window
,
watching
the
many
turrets
and
towers
draw
nearer
.
At
last
,
the
carriage
swayed
to
a
halt
,
and
Hermione
and
Ron
got
out
.
As
Harry
stepped
down
,
a
drawling
,
delighted
voice
sounded
in
his
ear
.
"
You
fainted
,
Potter
?
Is
Longbottorn
telling
the
truth
?
You
actually
fainted
?
"
