Life at the Burrow1 was as different as possible from life on Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys'house burst with the strange and unexpected. Harry2 got a shock the first time he looked in the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece and it shouted, “Tuck your shirt in, scruffy3!” The ghoul in the attic4 howled and dropped pipes whenever he felt things were getting too quiet, and small explosions from Fred and George's bedroom were considered perfectly6 normal.
What Harry found most unusual about life at Ron's, however, wasn't the talking mirror or the clanking ghoul: It was the fact that everybody there seemed to like him.
Mrs. Weasley fussed over the state of his socks and tried to force him to eat fourth helpings8 at every meal. Mr. Weasley liked Harry to sit next to him at the dinner table so that he could bombard him with questions about life with Muggles, asking him to explain how things like plugs and the postal9 service worked.
“Fascinating .” he would say as Harry talked him through using a telephone. ” Ingenious , really, how many ways Muggles have found of getting along without magic.”
Harry heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning about a week after he had arrived at the Burrow. He and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter10. Ginny seemed very prone11 to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve12 the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending he hadn't noticed this, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him.
“Letters from school,” said Mr. Weasley, passing Harry and Ron identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. “Dumbledore already knows you're here, Harry - doesn't miss a trick, that man. You two've got them, too,” he added, as Fred and George ambled13 in, still in their pajamas14.
For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. Harry's told him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books he'd need for the coming year.
SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
43 Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires15 by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
Fred, who had finished his own list, peered over at Harry's.
“You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!” he said. “The new Defense16 Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan - bet it's a witch.”
At this point, Fred caught his mother's eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.
“That lot won't come cheap,” said George, with a quick look at his parents. “Lockhart's books are really expensive…”
“Well, we'll manage,” said Mrs. Weasley, but she looked worried. “I expect we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things secondhand.”
“Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?” Harry asked Ginny.
She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butter dish. Fortunately no one saw this except Harry, because just then Ron's elder brother Percy walked in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his sweater vest.
“Morning, all,” said Percy briskly. “Lovely day.”
He sat down in the only remaining chair but leapt up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath17 him a molting18, gray feather duster - at least, that was what Harry thought it was, until he saw that it was breathing.
“Errol!” said Ron, taking the limp owl5 from Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing. ” Finally - he's got Hermione's answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys.”
He carried Errol to a perch19 just inside the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped20 straight off again so Ron lay him on the draining board instead, muttering, “Pathetic.” Then he ripped open Hermione's letter and read it out loud:
“`Dear Ron, and Harry if you're there,
“`I hope everything went all right and that Harry is okay and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too.
I've been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl because I think another delivery might finish your one off.
“I'm very busy with schoolwork, of course’- How can she be?” said Ron in horror. “We're on vacation! - and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books.
Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley21?
“Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. Love from Hermione.'”
“Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too,” said Mrs. Weasley, starting to clear the table. “What're you all up to today?”
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were planning to go up the hill to a small paddock the Weasleys owned. It was surrounded by trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning that they could practice Quidditch there, as long as they didn't fly too high.
They couldn't use real Quidditch balls, which would have been hard to explain if they had escaped and flown away over the village; instead they threw apples for one another to catch. They took turns riding Harry's Nimbus Two Thousand, which was easily the best broom; Ron's old Shooting Star was often outstripped22 by passing butterflies.
Five minutes later they were marching up the hill, broomsticks over their shoulders. They had asked Percy if he wanted to join them, but he had said he was busy. Harry had only seen Percy at mealtimes so far; he stayed shut in his room the rest of the time.
“Wish I knew what he was up to,” said Fred, frowning. “He's not himself. His exam results came the day before you did; twelve O.W.L.s and he hardly gloated at all.”
“Ordinary Wizarding Levels,” George explained, seeing Harry's puzzled look. “Bill got twelve, too. If we're not careful, we'll have another Head Boy in the family. I don't think I could stand the shame.”
Bill was the oldest Weasley brother. He and the next brother, Charlie, had already left Hogwarts. Harry had never met either of them, but knew that Charlie was in Romania studying dragons and Bill in Egypt working for the wizard's bank, Gringotts.
“Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year,” said George after a while. “Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything…”
Harry said nothing. He felt a bit awkward. Stored in an underground vault23 at Gringotts in London was a small fortune that his parents had left him. Of course, it was only in the wizarding world that he had money; you couldn't use Galleons25, Sickles26, and Knuts in Muggle shops. He had never mentioned his Gringotts bank account to the Dursleys; he didn't think their horror of anything connected with magic would stretch to a large pile of gold.
Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.
“We're running low, Arthur,” she sighed. “We'll have to buy some more today… Ah well, guests first! After you, Harry dear!”
And she offered him the flowerpot.
Harry stared at them all watching him.
“W-what am I supposed to do?” he stammered27.
“He's never traveled by Floo powder,” said Ron suddenly. “Sorry, Harry, I forgot.”
“Never?” said Mr. Weasley. “But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?”
“I went on the Underground—”
“Really?” said Mr. Weasley eagerly. “Were there escapators ? How exactly—”
“Not now , Arthur,” said Mrs. Weasley. “Floo powder's a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before—”
“He'll be all right, Mum,” said Fred. “Harry, watch us first.”
He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames.
With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, “Diagon Alley!” and vanished.
“You must speak clearly, dear,” Mrs. Weasley told Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. “And be sure to get out at the right grate…”
“The right what?” said Harry nervously28 as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too.
“Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly—”
“He'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss,” said Mr. Weasley, helping7 himself to Floo powder too.
“But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?”
“They wouldn't mind,” Harry reassured29 her. “Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don't worry about that—”
“Well… all right… you go after Arthur,” said Mrs. Weasley. “Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going.”
“And keep your elbows tucked in,” Ron advised.
“And your eyes shut,” said Mrs. Weasley. “The soot30—”
“Don't fidget,” said Ron. “Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace—”
“But don't panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George.”
Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered31 the powder into the flames, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.
“D-Dia-gon Alley,” he coughed.
It felt as though he was being sucked down a giant drain. He seemed to be spinning very fast - the roaring in his ears was deafening32 - he tried to keep his eyes open but the whirl of green flames made him feel sick -something hard knocked his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning - now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face - squinting33 through his glasses he saw a blurred34 stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond - his bacon sandwiches were churning inside him - he closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then…
He fell, face forward, onto cold stone and felt the bridge of his glasses snap.
Dizzy and bruised35, covered in soot, he got gingerly to his feet, holding his broken glasses up to his eyes. He was quite alone, but where he was, he had no idea. All he ould tell was that he was standing36 in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard's shop - but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list.
A glass case nearby held a withered37 hand on a cushion, a bloodstained pack of cards, and a staring glass eye. Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, an assortment38 of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty39, spiked40 instruments hung from the ceiling. Even worse, the dark, narrow street Harry could see through the dusty shop window was definitely not Diagon Alley.
The sooner he got out of here, the better. Nose still stinging where it had hit the hearth41, Harry made his way swiftly and silently toward the door, but before he'd got halfway42 toward it, two people appeared on the other side of the glass - and one of them was the very last person Harry wanted to meet when he was lost, covered in soot, and wearing broken glasses: Draco Malfoy.
Harry looked quickly around and spotted43 a large black cabinet to his left; he shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoy stepped into the shop.
The man who followed could only be Draco's father. He had the same pale, pointed44 face and identical cold, gray eyes. Mr. Malfoy crossed the shop, looking lazily at the items on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to his son and saying, “Touch nothing, Draco.”
Malfoy, who had reached for the glass eye, said, “I thought you were going to buy me a present.”
“I said I would buy you a racing45 broom,” said his father, drumming his fingers on the counter.
“What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?” said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad-tempered46. “Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good, it's just because he's famous… famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead…”
Malfoy bent47 down to examine a shelf full of skulls48.
“…everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick—”
“You have told me this at least a dozen times already,” said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling49 look at his son. “And I would remind you that it is not - prudent50 - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear - ah, Mr. Borgin.”
A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy51 hair back from his face.
“Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again,” said Mr. Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. “Delighted - and young Master Malfoy, too - charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced—”
“I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling,” said Mr. Malfoy.
“Selling?” The smile faded slightly from Mr. Borgin's face.
“You have heard, of course, that the Ministry52 is conducting more raids,” said Mr. Malfoy, taking a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unraveling it for Mr. Borgin to read. “I have a few - ah - items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call…”
Mr. Borgin fixed53 a pair of pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list.
“The Ministry wouldn't presume to trouble you, sir, surely?”
Mr. Malfoy's lip curled.
“I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome54. There are rumors55 about a new Muggle Protection Act - no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it—”
Harry felt a hot surge of anger.
“- and as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear—”
“I understand, sir, of course,” said Mr. Borgin. “Let me see…”
“Can I have that?” interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion.
“Ah, the Hand of Glory!” said Mr. Borgin, abandoning Mr. Malfoy's list and scurrying56 over to Draco. “Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder57! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir.”
“I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer58, Borgin,” said Mr. Malfoy coldly, and Mr. Borgin said quickly, “No offense59, sir, no offense meant—”
“Though if his grades don't pick up,” said Mr. Malfoy, more coldly still, “that may indeed be all he is fit for—”
“It's not my fault,” retorted Draco. “The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger—”
“I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam,” snapped Mr. Malfoy.
“Ha!” said Harry under his breath, pleased to see Draco looking both abashed60 and angry.
“It's the same all over,” said Mr. Borgin, in his oily voice. “Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere—”
“Not with me,” said Mr. Malfoy, his long nostrils61 flaring62.
“No, sir, nor with me, sir,” said Mr. Borgin, with a deep bow.
“In that case, perhaps we can return to my list,” said Mr. Malfoy shortly. “I am in something of a hurry, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today—”
They started to haggle63. Harry watched nervously as Draco drew nearer and nearer to his hiding place, examining the objects for sale. Draco paused to examine a long coil of hangman's rope and to read, smirking64, the card propped65 on a magnificent necklace of opals, Caution: Do Not Touch. Cursed - Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date.
Draco turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him. He walked forward - he stretched out his hand for the handle “Done,” said Mr. Malfoy at the counter.
“Come, Draco—”
Harry wiped his forehead on his sleeve as Draco turned away.
“Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. I'll expect you at the manor66 tomorrow to pick up the goods.”
The moment the door had closed, Mr. Borgin dropped his oily manner.
“Good day yourself, Mister Malfoy, and if the stories are true, you haven't sold me half of what's hidden in your manor…”
Muttering darkly, Mr. Borgin disappeared into a back room. Harry waited for a minute in case he came back, then, quietly as he could, slipped out of the cabinet, past the glass cases, and out of the shop door.
Clutching his broken glasses to his face, Harry stared around. He had emerged into a dingy67 alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely68 of shops devoted69 to the Dark Arts. The one he'd just left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads and, two doors down, a large cage was alive with gigantic black spiders. Two shabby-looking wizards were watching him from the shadow of a doorway70, muttering to each other. Feeling jumpy, Harry set off, trying to hold his glasses on straight and hoping against hope he'd be able to find a way out of here.
An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told him he was in Knockturn Alley. This didn't help, as Harry had never heard of such a place.
He supposed he hadn't spoken clearly enough through his mouthful of ashes back in the Weasleys'fire. Trying to stay calm, he wondered what to do.
“Not lost are you, my dear?” said a voice in his ear, making him jump.
An aged71 witch stood in front of him, holding a tray of what looked horribly like whole human fingernails. She leered at him, showing mossy teeth. Harry backed away.
“I'm fine, thanks,” he said. “I'm just—”
“HARRY! What d'yeh think yer doin'down there?”
Harry's heart leapt. So did the witch; a load of fingernails cascaded72 down over her feet and she cursed as the massive form of Hagrid, the Hogwarts'gamekeeper, came striding toward them, beetle-black eyes flashing over his great bristling73 beard.
“Hagrid!” Harry croaked74 in relief. “I was lost - Floo powder—”
Hagrid seized Harry by the scruff of the neck and pulled him away from the witch, knocking the tray right out of her hands. Her shrieks75 followed them all the way along the twisting alleyway out into bright sunlight. Harry saw a familiar, snow-white marble building in the distance - Gringotts Bank. Hagrid had steered76 him right into Diagon Alley.
“Yer a mess!” said Hagrid gruffly, brushing soot off Harry so forcefully he nearly knocked him into a barrel of dragon dung outside an apothecary77. “Skulkin'around Knockturn Alley, I dunno dodgy place, Harry - don'want no one ter see yeh down there—”
“I realized that ,” said Harry, ducking as Hagrid made to brush him off again. “I told you, I was lost - what were you doing down there, anyway?”
“I was lookin'fer a Flesh-Eatin'Slug Repellent,” growled78 Hagrid. “They're ruinin'the school cabbages. Yer not on yer own?”
“I'm staying with the Weasleys but we got separated,” Harry explained. “I've got to go and find them…”
They set off together down the street.
“How come yeh never wrote back ter me?” said Hagrid as Harry jogged alongside him (he had to take three steps to every stride of Hagrid's enormous boots). Harry explained all about Dobby and the Dursleys.
“Lousy Muggles,” growled Hagrid. “If I'd've known—”
“Harry! Harry! Over here!”
Harry looked up and saw Hermione Granger standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her.
“What happened to your glasses? Hello, Hagrid - Oh, it's wonderful to see you two again - Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?”
“As soon as I've found the Weasleys,” said Harry.
“Yeh won't have long ter wait,” Hagrid said with a grin.
Harry and Hermione looked around: Sprinting79 up the crowded street were Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley.
“Harry,” Mr. Weasley panted. “We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far…” He mopped his glistening80 bald patch. “Molly's frantic81 - she's coming now—”
“Where did you come out?” Ron asked.
“Knockturn Alley,” said Hagrid grimly.
“Excellent!” said Fred and George together.
“We've never been allowed in,” said Ron enviously82.
“I should ruddy well think not,” growled Hagrid. Mrs. Weasley now came galloping83 into view, her handbag swinging wildly in one hand, Ginny just clinging onto the other.
“Oh, Harry - oh, my dear - you could have been anywhere—”
Gasping for breath she pulled a large clothes brush out of her bag and began sweeping84 off the soot Hagrid hadn't managed to beat away. Mr. Weasley took Harry's glasses, gave them a tap of his wand, and returned them, good as new.
“Well, gotta be off,” said Hagrid, who was having his hand wrung85 by Mrs. Weasley ("Knockturn Alley! If you hadn't found him, Hagrid!"). “See yer at Hogwarts!” And he strode away, head and shoulders taller than anyone else in the packed street.
“Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes?” Harry asked Ron and Hermione as they climbed the Gringotts steps. “Malfoy and his father.”
“Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?” said Mr. Weasley sharply behind them.
“No, he was selling—”
“So he's worried,” said Mr. Weasley with grim satisfaction. “Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something …”
“You be careful, Arthur,” said Mrs. Weasley sharply as they were bowed into the bank by a goblin at the door. “That family's trouble. Don't go biting off more than you can chew—”
“So you don't think I'm a match for Lucius Malfoy?” said Mr. Weasley indignantly, but he was distracted almost at once by the sight of Hermione's parents, who were standing nervously at the counter that ran all along the great marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them.
“But you're Muggles!” said Mr. Weasley delightedly. “We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!” He pointed excitedly at the ten-pound notes in Mr. Granger's hand.
“Meet you back here,” Ron said to Hermione as the Weasleys and Harry were led off to their underground vaults86 by another Gringotts goblin.
The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels. Harry enjoyed the breakneck journey down to the Weasleys'vault, but felt dreadful, far worse than he had in Knockturn Alley, when it was opened. There was a very small pile of silver Sickles inside, and just one gold Galleon24. Mrs. Weasley felt right into the corners before sweeping the whole lot into her bag. Harry felt even worse when they reached his vault. He tried to block the contents from view as he hastily shoved handfuls of coins into a leather bag.
Back outside on the marble steps, they all separated. Percy muttered vaguely87 about needing a new quill88. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a secondhand robe shop. Mr. Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.
“We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks,” said Mrs. Weasley, setting off with Ginny. “And not one step down Knockturn Alley!” she shouted at the twins'retreating backs.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione strolled off along the winding89, cobbled street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in Harry's pocket was clamoring to be spent, so he bought three large strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams, which they slurped90 happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows. Ron gazed longingly91 at a full set of Chudley Cannon92 robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door. In Gambol93 and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous94 Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass95 scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power .
“A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers,” Ron read aloud off the back cover. “That sounds fascinating …”
“Go away,” Percy snapped.
“Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out… He wants to be Minister of Magic…” Ron told Harry and Hermione in an undertone as they left Percy to it.
An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:
GILDEROY LOCKHART
will be signing copies of his autobiography96
MAGICAL ME
today 12:30 P.M. to 4:30 P.M.
“We can actually meet him!” Hermione squealed97. “I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!”
The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, “Calmly, please, ladies… Don't push, there… mind the books, now…”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked98 up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
“Oh, there you are, good,” said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. “We'll be able to see him in a minute…”
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking99 and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd.
The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty100 angle on his wavy101 hair.
A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs102 of purple smoke with every blinding flash.
“Out of the way, there,” he snarled103 at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. “This is for the Daily Prophet—”
“Big deal,” said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.
Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron - and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively104 shouted, “It can't be Harry Potter?”
The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting105 thick smoke over the Weasleys.
“Nice big smile, Harry,” said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. “Together, you and I are worth the front page.”
When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said loudly, waving for quiet. “What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!
“When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography - which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge -” The crowd applauded again. “He had no idea ,” Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, “that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me . He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft106 and Wizardry!”
The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.
“You have these,” Harry mumbled107 to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. “I'll buy my own—”
“Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?” said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer108.
“Famous Harry Potter,” said Malfoy. “Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page.”
“Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!” said Ginny. It was the first time she had spoken in front of Harry. She was glaring at Malfoy.
“Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!” drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet109 as Ron and Hermione fought their way over, both clutching stacks of Lockhart's books.
“Oh, it's you,” said Ron, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. “Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?”
“Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley,” retorted Malfoy. “I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those.”
Ron went as red as Ginny. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket.
“Ron!” said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. “What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside.”
“Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley.”
It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering110 in just the same way.
“Lucius,” said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.
“Busy time at the Ministry, I hear,” said Mr. Malfoy. “All those raids… I hope they're paying you overtime111?”
He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy112 Lockhart books, a very old, very battered113 copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration .
“Obviously not,” Mr. Malfoy said. “Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?”
Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny.
“We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy,” he said.
“Clearly,” said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively114. “The company you keep, Weasley… and I thought your family could sink no lower.”
There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, “Get him, Dad!” from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking115, “No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; “Gentlemen, please - please!” cried the assistant, and then, louder than all—
“Break it up, there, gents, break it up—”
Hagrid was wading116 toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia117 of Toadstools . He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice118.
“Here, girl - take your book - it's the best your father can give you -” Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned119 to Draco and swept from the shop.
“Yeh should've ignored him, Arthur,” said Hagrid, almost lifting Mr. Weasley off his feet as he straightened his robes. “Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that - no Malfoy's worth listenin'ter - bad blood, that's what it is - come on now - let's get outta here.”
The assistant looked as though he wanted to stop them leaving, but he barely came up to Hagrid's waist and seemed to think better of it. They hurried up the street, the Grangers shaking with fright and Mrs. Weasley beside herself with fury.
“A fine example to set for your children… brawling120 in public… what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought—”
“He was pleased,” said Fred. “Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report - said it was all publicity—”
But it was a subdued121 group that headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, where Harry, the Weasleys, and all their shopping would be traveling back to the Burrow using Floo powder. They said good-bye to the Grangers, who were leaving the pub for the Muggle street on the other side; Mr. Weasley started to ask them how bus stops worked, but stopped quickly at the look on Mrs. Weasley's face.
Harry took off his glasses and put them safely in his pocket before helping himself to Floo powder. It definitely wasn't his favorite way to travel.
在巴洛的生活和在普里怀特的相比有着天壤之别。在杜史林家每样东西都得放得整整齐齐，有条不紊；而在威斯里家时时刻刻都可能发生些奇奇怪怪，令人意想不到的事。哈利第一次在厨房壁炉架前照镜子时就被着着实实地吓了一大跳。那面镜子竞冲着他叫：“小脏东西，把衬衣下摆塞到裤子里去！”当房子有片刻安静的时候，小阁楼上的盗尸者就会扯开嗓子大吼大叫，并向楼下扔旧水管子。就连弗来德和乔治房间里不时的小爆炸也都算是正常不过的事情。不过，在罗恩家中，最让哈利。波特觉得不寻常的倒不是那面会说话的镜子或是那个老爱弄出些怪响的盗尸者，而是在这儿每个人都很喜欢他。
威斯里太太总是为他的谦虚而大惊小怪，每顿饭都要试图让他添四次菜。在饭桌前，威斯里先生就爱拉着哈利坐到他旁边，这样他就可以像机关枪似的发问一大堆的问题，诸如让他解释电插头和邮政服务是怎样运作之类的马格人（没有魔法也不相信巫术的普通人）的问题。
当哈利说起使用电话时，他会说，“真不可思议啊！简直是天才的发明，马格居然在没有魔法帮助下能找到这么多彼此沟通联络的办法来。”
在巴洛住了一个星期后，哈利在一个天气晴朗的早上收到了霍格瓦彻学校的信。
他和罗恩下楼吃早餐时，威斯里夫妇和金妮已经坐在厨房的小桌子旁了。金妮一看到哈利，不知道怎么地一不小心把自己的粥碗碰掉到地板上，发出“卡拉”一声巨响。每次哈利走进房子时，金妮总会不自觉地撞翻些什么。现在，她急忙俯下身子捡起碗，脸儿却红得像初升的太阳一般。哈利装着什么都没看到，坐了下来，接过威斯里太太递来的烤面包。
“学校来信了，”威斯里先生说着就递给哈利和罗恩一人一封几乎完全相同的信，都是用微黄的羊皮信封和绿墨水写的地址。“丹伯多已经知道你在这了，哈利——那人消息很灵通啊。”
看到弗来德和乔治穿着睡衣裤，睡眼惺松地走进来，他继续说道：“你们两个也有信。”
他们都在看信，屋子里出现了难得的几分钟的安静。哈利的信叫他像往常一样在九月一号国王大道车站乘坐霍格瓦彻特快专列。
信中还附上了新学期的用书清单。
二年级学生必备书：《魔咒标准教程（二级）》米兰达。哥斯沃克著《对付女妖精方法谈》吉德洛。罗克哈特著《与食尸者漫步同游》吉德洛。罗克哈特著《与女巫共度的假期》吉德洛。
罗克哈特著《与巨人做伴的旅行》吉德洛。罗克哈特著《与吸血鬼为伴的航行》吉德洛。罗克哈特著《与人狼漫游记》吉德洛。罗克哈特著《与雪人一起的日子》吉德洛。罗克哈特著弗来德看完信，扭头往哈利的信瞥了一眼。
“你也要买罗克哈特的一整套书啊！”他说道。“这个新的教黑巫术防卫课程的老师肯定是他的狂慕者——我敢打赌肯定是个女巫士。”
正在这时，弗来德发觉妈妈正盯着他，于是马上低下头来涂果酱。
“那套书可不便宜啊，”乔治说着很快地望了一下父母，接着说：“实际上，他的书真的很贵哦……”
“嗯，我们会应付得来的，”虽然威斯里太太是这样说，但是她看起来报忧虑。
“我想我们还能给金妮买些二手用具的。”
“哦，你今年开始上霍格瓦彻学校啊？”哈利问金妮。
她点点头，脸儿却一直红到了那火红色的头发发端了，手肘碰到了装牛油的碟子里。幸好这时罗恩的哥哥伯希走了进来，除了哈利外，没有其他人留意到金妮。
伯希显然是刚刚整理打扮过，霍格瓦彻完美奖章别在了衣服上。
“各位早上好！”伯希轻快的说。“今天真是个好天气！”
他刚在剩下的唯—一张椅子上坐下，几乎同一时间又马上蹦了起来，在身下抽出一只灰色不断掉毛的猫头鹰——至少哈利看到它在喘气以前是这么想的。
接着他撕开了荷米恩的信，大声地读了出来。
“亲爱的罗恩，还有哈利（如果你也在这的话）：我希望你们的计划进展得顺利，哈利平安无事。罗恩，你可不要为了把哈利救出来而去干违法的事，因为那样也会给哈利添更大的麻烦。最近我一直很担心哈利，不知道他怎么样了。如果你知道他的情况，马上写信告诉我吧。还有，我想你最好去换一只送信的猫头鹰，我老觉得如果再让它送一次信，它就很可能会累死掉了。
现在我正在复习学校的功课，当然了——“她怎么能够这么用功？我们现在可是在放假啊！”罗恩发出一声恐怖的怪叫，我们下个星期三到伦敦买新书。咱们在戴阿宫道见面怎么样？
尽快告知我你们的情况了。——荷采恩“好了，这样时间就好安排了。我们也在那天去把你们要的东西全买回来。”威斯里太太一边说一边开始抹桌子了。“你们今天准备干什么呀？”
哈利、罗恩、乔治和弗来德老早就打算今天爬山上威斯里家的小围场了。那儿四处都是树，把围场通得严严实实。从山下的小村在望上来，什么都看不到。这就是说，只要他们不飞太高的话，他们就可以在这练习可尔夫球了。他们还不能用真的可尔夫球，因为如果一不小心球没有被接住，飞过村子被人发现的话，就很难向别人解释清楚了。但是，他们可以用苹果当球，相互投掷练习一下。他们轮流坐了哈利的灵光2000，一眼就能够看出，那可是最好的扫帚。罗恩的流星扫帚飞起来甚至比身边翩翩起舞的蝴蝶还要慢。
五分钟后他们走在了上山的小路上，人人肩上都扛着扫帚。他们问过伯希想不想一起去，但是伯希说他太忙了。至今为止，哈利只是在吃饭时间看到伯希；其余时间他都把自己反锁在房间里。
“但愿我知道他究竟在忙些什么，”弗来德皱着眉头说。“他这几天都古古怪怪的。你来以前他的考试成绩就已经出来了。O.W.L十二级，但他却一点都乐不起来。”
“就是说标准巫术级别。”乔治看到哈利一脸茫然的神情，解释说。“比尔也是十二级。如果我们再不小心点的话，我们家就会再出一个领导人物了。我可不觉得我脸上有什么光彩。”
“比尔是他们的大哥，他和二哥查理已经在霍格瓦彻毕业了。”哈利从来没见过他们两个，但是听说查理在罗马尼亚研究龙，而比尔在埃及的巫师银行——格林高斯工作。
“真不知道今年老爸老妈怎么凑钱给我们买书交学费……”过了一会，乔治又说，“五套罗克哈特的书啊！金妮还要魔袍，魔杖和其他的东西……”
哈利不做声，他感到有点难堪。在伦敦格林高斯的保险库里放着他父母留给他的一小笔财产。当然了，只有在巫法的世界里这些钱才能用。你在马格的商店里可不能用帆船币，镰刀币和克拉币。
他从来没跟杜史林一家说起过他在格林高斯的银行存款；他从来不认为他们家对任何与魔法拉上边的东西的恐惧会牵涉到一大堆的黄金。
接下来的那个星期三的一大早威斯里太太从厨房的壁炉架上取下一只花盆，往花盆里瞧了瞧。
“差不多用完了，亚瑟，”她叹了口气。“我们今天得买多一点……啊，让我们的客人先走一步。亲爱的哈利，你先去吧。”
接着她把花盆递给了他。
哈利望着他们不知道怎么办，他们也在看着他。
“我——我应该怎么做？”他结结巴巴的说道。
“他从来没用弗罗粉旅行过，”罗恩忽然恍然大悟地说。“对不起，哈利，我忘了。”
“从来设试过？”威斯里太太说，“那你去年怎样去达尔根街买书呢？”
“我是坐地铁去的——”
“哦，真的吗？”威斯里先生表现出极大的兴趣。“具体怎么——”
“现在可不是问问题的时候啊，亚瑟，”威斯里太太说。“用弗罗粉要快得多，亲爱的。但是天啊，如果你还从来没用过的话——”
“他可以的，妈妈，”弗来德说。“哈利，先看着我们怎么做。”
他从花盆里拿出一小撮闪闪发亮的粉末，走到火炉前把粉末撒到火焰上。
随着一声巨响，火苗变成了翡翠玉色并且越烧越高，渐渐地升得比弗来德还高。
这时，弗来德踏进火堆，口里叫道：“戴阿宫道！”接着就消失了。
“你可得说得清楚一点，亲爱的。”威斯里告诉哈利。这时乔治把手探进花盆中。“还有小心得走对壁炉……”
“走对什么？”哈利紧张地问。但是火苗“劈啪”一响把乔治卷了进去。
“哦，有很多巫术壁炉架可以让我们选择作为终点站，不过，不用担心，只要你把要去的地点说清楚就没事了。”
“摩莉，他能行的，不要小题大做了。”威斯里先生一边说，一边拿起粉末。
“但是，亲爱的，如果他走错了，我们可怎么向他的姨丈姨妈交代啊？”
“他们可不会在乎的。”哈利安慰她说。“如果我被困在某个烟囱出不来，达德里只会觉得这是一个很有创意的玩笑。不用担心这个。”
“那……好吧……你跟着亚瑟走吧，”威斯里说道。“现在，当你走进火堆时，说你要去的地方——”
“最好把手肘收紧些。”罗恩建议道。
“把眼睛闭上，”威斯里太太说。“那火灰——”
“不要乱动，”罗恩说道。“否则你可能掉到另外一个壁炉——”
“千万不要恐慌，不要太早就出来，在炉里呆着，看到弗来德和乔治才出来。”
哈利努力地把这些建议记在心上，拿起小撮弗罗粉，然后走到火苗边上。他深深地吸了一口气，把粉末撒进了火里，踏了进去。火苗暖洋洋的像一阵暖和的微风；他情不自禁地张开了嘴巴，可是马上口中溢满了热乎乎的煤灰。
“戴——戴——戴阿宫道，”他咳嗽着说。
接着他好像被吸入了一则“巨大的漩涡里。身子不断的飞快地旋转，旋转……
耳边风吹过的声音震耳欲聋……他想睁开眼睛，但是眼前飞速转动的绿色火苗让他觉得很不舒服……什么东西撞到了他的手肘上，他紧紧的把手肘收到胸前，但是他还是不断不断的在转动，转动……现在他又觉得无数只冰冷的手在拍打着他的脸……眯着服从眼角看出去，他看到一串模糊的壁炉和屋子的影像……他早餐吃的熏肉三明治一直在胃里搅动……他闭上眼睛暗暗地希望这些会停F来，然后——他从空中掉了下来，摔在了冰冷的石壁上，眼镜也给摔破了。
地小心地爬了起来，觉得脑袋涨得厉害，身上也擦伤了好几处地方，浑身还沾满了煤灰。他把那副破眼睛往眼睛处推了一推。四周只有他一个人，但是他也不知道自己身在何方。他仅仅能辨别出他处身在一个宽大的，阴暗的看起来好像是巫师商店的壁炉中——但是这儿没有一样东西是霍格瓦彻学校书单要求的东西。
一旦放在坐垫上的干瘪的手装在玻璃箱里，一副染有血迹的扑克牌还有一只老盯着人的玻璃眼珠子。墙上的神情恐怖的面具好像在瞟着人看，柜台上堆放着各式各样的人骨头，还有一串串吊在天花板上的生锈的，长而尖的仪器。更糟糕的是，从这个积满灰尘的商店橱窗看出去，那条昏暗狭窄的街道肯定不是戴阿宫道。
最好能尽早离开这里。哈利暗自想。刚才鼻子撞到了炉达现在还隐隐作痛，他也顾不上这么多了，蹑手蹑脚地快步走向大门。但当他走到一半时，发现大门玻璃的另一端出现了两个人影——其中一个就是哈利最木想看到的人——杰高。马尔夫，尤其是现在，他迷了路，浑身沾满煤灰还戴着一副破眼镜。
哈利往四处一看，发现在他左边有一个黑色的大橱柜。他一个箭步冲了进去，把柜门带上，只留下一条细细的缝，刚好可以看到外面商店的情况。几秒后，门铃响了起来，马尔夫走进了商店。
后面跟着那人毫无疑问是他老爸。他的脸色也是苍白的，脸型尖尖的，两只冷酷的灰眼珠简直是一模一样。马尔夫先生横跨过商店，慵懒地看着橱窗的货物，按响了柜台的铃。接着他转过身来对他儿子说：“不许碰任何的东西，杰高。”
马尔夫刚想伸手去摸那只玻璃眼珠子，他停住手说：“我还以为你打算给我买礼物呢！”
“我说过给你买比赛用的扫帚，我还没忘。”他老爸用指头有节奏地敲打着柜台的桌子。
“参加院队有什么好处啊？”马尔夫闷闷不乐地嚷道。“哈利。波特去年就有了灵光2000.丹伯多还特批准他代表格林芬顿比赛。
他根本就不够资格！这一切都是因为他出名，因为额头上那道难看的疤痕出名！
“马尔夫弯下腰来仔细地端详着满架子的头盖骨。
“……每个人都说他如何如何地聪明、厉害，不就是那额头上有道臭疤痕和那根扫帚嘛——”
“你已经跟我说过波特起码一百遍，”老马尔夫瞪着他，不许他再说下去。
“我得再提醒你一下，就算你不喜欢哈利。波特，至少，你也得装着不讨厌他，否则你就太不精明了。因为他使黑暗爵士消失掉这件事，我们当中不少人都把他当作小英雄来看待的。——噢，勃津先生。”
一个男人弯着腰出现在柜台前，他正用手反复把垂在脸上的油溜溜的头发梳理整齐。
“马尔夫先生，您再次光临小店真是我的莫大的荣幸啊。”勃津先生的声音和他的头发都是腻得流油。“真高兴啊——亲爱的小马尔夫少爷也来了——长的可真迷死人哦。我能为您们效劳吗？我得让您们看看这个，今天才运到的，而且价钱非常的公道——”
“我今天来可不是为了买东西的，勃津先生，我是来卖东西的。”
老马尔大打断了他的恭谨而热忱的推销。
“来卖东西？”勃津先生脸上绽放的笑容一点一点地枯萎了。
“你应该听说过吧，魔法部最近在搞突击检查，”老马尔夫说着从衣服里袋中拿出一卷羊皮纸，展开给勃津先生看。“我在家里藏了一些，嗯，一些不大方便的物品，我可不想被魔法部的人查出来……”
勃津先生摸出一副小眼镜架在鼻梁上，拿起老马尔夫的货物清单看了起来。
“估计魔法部不会来为难你，是吧？”
老马尔夫嘴唇向上抿成了一个弧度。
“现在他们还没查到家里。怎么说马尔夫家在魔法界还是有点名望的，但是现在的魔法部越来越喜欢管闲事了。最近有传言说新的马格保护法要出台了——这肯定是那个没事找事的笨蛋马格迷威斯里干的好事——”
听到这里，哈利觉得热血一阵上涌。
“——你看，这几种毒药可以使——”
“我知道，当然，我知道，”勃津先生说道。“让我再想想看……”
“我能买这个吗？”杰高打断了他们的谈话，手指着那只垫子上的干手说。
“啊，那叫做荣耀之手！”勃津先生把老马尔夫的清单放在一边，转身疾步跑向杰高。“在那只手上放一根蜡烛，烛光仅仅为拿这只手的人照明。这可是小偷和抢劫者的好帮手哦。马尔夫先生，您儿子的眼光可真独到。”
“我可是希望我儿子能比小偷和抢劫犯强些，勃津，”老马尔夫冷冷地说。
勃津先生马上回答道，“我从来没这样认为，呃，呃，我，呃，绝对没有冒犯您的意思。”
“不过如果他再不好好学习，把成绩赶上去的话，”老马尔夫的语气更冷淡了，“他也只能那样做了。”
“这可不是我的错，”杰高反驳道。“学校的那些老师全都偏心的，那个荷米恩。格林佐——”
“我本来还以为你会为考试差过一个毫无巫师血统的女孩子而感到羞愧的呢！”
老马尔夫厉声喝道。
“哈，活该。”哈利暗暗的说。能看到杰高又羞又窘，想发脾气又得憋着的狼狈样真是人生一大快事。
“反正没什么差别，”勃津先生那把甜腻的声音又响了起来。“现在有没有巫师血统越来越不重要了一”
“我可不这样认为。”老马尔夫那双大鼻孔几乎翻起来向着天了。
“是的，是的，先生，我也不这样觉得。”说着，勃津先生深深地鞠了一躬。
“既然这样，我们该继续来谈谈我的出卖货物，怎么样？”老马尔夫马上说。
“勃津，我得赶时间，今天我还得去谈一桩大生意。”
他们开始讨价还价。哈利看着杰高一边端详着货架的物品，一边向着他的藏身处越走越近，他紧张得手心出汗了。他在一卷续刑官用的长绞绳旁停住了脚，读着卡片的说明，发出“咯咯，咯咯”的傻笑声。卡片固定在一条漂亮的蛋白石项链上，上面写着：“警告：切勿触摸！——已被下诅咒——迄今已有十九位马格为拥有此物而丧命。”
杰高转过身来，橱柜恰好在他前面。他一步一步地向前走……
他开始伸出手来抓住门把干了……
“好，就这样说定了，”老马尔夫在柜台的一端喊道。“杰高，来这里。”
杰高转过身走了。哈利用衣袖抹了抹额上的汗珠，好险啊。
“勃津先生，祝你生意兴隆。我明天在庄园等你把货运走。”
大门关上的一刹那，勃津先生讨好的态度来了个180度的转弯。
“老马尔夫，你自己可真赚不少了。如果你告诉我的消息是真的，你家起码还藏了另外的一半货，没列在单子上……”
低声地咕哝着，勃津先生走进了里屋。为了防范他突然转回来，哈利在柜里呆多了一分钟，然后，静悄悄地溜出了橱柜，穿过玻璃展览橱窗，出了商店的大门。
紧紧地把破眼镜贴在脸上，他向四处张望。现在他置身于一条暗黑的小巷中，巷子两旁似乎全是卖黑巫术用具的商店。他刚刚走出来的那间叫勃津和巴赫斯连锁店，好像是这最大的一间商店。在它对面摆设着一个令人恶心的橱窗展览，一堆干瘪的头颅。在两扇门下，放着一个装着硕大无比的黑蜘蛛的箱子，它们还是活的！
在门口的过道处，两个衣衫褴楼的男巫盯着他指指点点，还不时地相互低声说几句话。哈利觉得全身一阵发冷，顺着小巷走开这所店子。一边走他一边得不时扶稳眼镜，心里响咕着怎么才能走出这条巷子。
在一间卖毒蜡烛的商店顶上，他看到了一块破旧的木制衔牌，写着：沃洛肯小巷。但是这也没用，哈利从来就没有听说过这名字。他估计因为在威斯里家的火炉里，呛了一口灰没把街的名字说清楚，所以才来到了这里。千万不能慌张，但他不知道下一步应该怎么做。
“亲爱的小朋友，你是不是迷路了？”一把声音在他耳边响起，让他吓了一大跳。
一个上了年纪的女巫站在他前面，手上放着一个托盘，里面放的全是人的指甲！
她斜着眼睛看着他，咧开嘴露出了绿森森的牙齿。
哈利吓得向后退了几步。
“我没事，谢谢，”他说，“我只是——”
“哈利！你来这里干什么？”
哈利的心都几乎跳上了喉咙。巫婆也被吓了一跳，她盆子里的指甲像瀑布一般洒落在她的脚边。正当她恨恨地咒骂的时候，一个高大雄伟的身影出现在他们面前，是哈格力，霍格瓦彻学校的禽猎看守人。他大踏步地走向他们，两只甲壳虫似的小眼睛在偌大的竖立的络腮胡子的映衬下闪闪发亮。
“哈格力！”哈利松了一口气，声音嘶哑说。“我迷路了……那些弗罗粉……”
哈格力一手抓着哈利的衣领把他从女巫那拖到自己身旁，一下子把她的盆子给撞了个底朝天。她的尖叫声一直追随着他们跑出了婉蜒曲折的小巷，来到明媚的阳光下。哈利看到了那幢熟悉的乳白色的大理石建筑：格林高斯银行。哈格力已经把他领回到戴阿宫道了。
“真是一团糟！”哈格力那把粗哑的声音响了起来。他挥动起葵扇般的手用力地帮哈利拍掉身上的煤灰，他劲儿太大了，以致哈利站不稳，几乎撞进了药剂师门前的龙粪桶里。“别在小巷里打转转，嘿，我可真不愿意——那狗住的地方，哈利——我可不想其他人看到你在那——”
“我知道，”哈利说道。看到哈格力的大手又挥动起来，哈利赶紧闪到一边。
“我告诉过你，我迷路了——你在那干什么呢？”
“我在找肉食鼻涕虫的除虫剂，”哈格力发牢骚地说。“那些可恶的虫子把学校菜园的卷心菜都糟蹋掉了。你该不是一个人来的吧？”
“我和威斯里一家一起的，不过走失了，”哈利解释道。“我得去找他们。”
他们顺着街道慢慢的走。
“为什么你不给我写信？”哈格力说。哈利一直在他身边小跑（哈格力那双巨大的靴于每迈出一步，哈利就得跑三步才追得上。）哈利又向他解释了多比和在杜史林家的发生的事。
“那个红脸的马格（无巫术的普通人），”哈格力大声嚷道。“如果我早知道——”
“哈利，哈利，在这儿！”
哈利抬头一看，原来是荷米恩。格林佐正站在格林高斯白色楼梯的顶端问他招手。她飞快地跑向他们，瀑布似的棕色头发在风中飞扬着。
“你的眼镜怎么摔成这样子了？哈格力，你好……啊，见到你们两个可真高兴……你去格林高斯吗，哈利？”
“我找到威斯里一家后就去。”哈利说道。
“我想那用不了多久。”哈格力咧嘴笑着说。
哈利和荷米恩向四周一看，发现罗恩、弗来德、乔治、伯希和威斯里先生正从拥挤的人群中挤了出来，朝着他们跑了过来。
“哈利，”威斯里先生喘着大气说，“我们一直在祈祷你不要超出一个火炉的距离……”他抹了抹汗光闪闪的秃头。摩莉担心死了——好了，她也找着来了。”“你究竟跑到哪个壁炉去了？“罗恩问道。
“沃洛肯小巷。”哈格力神色凝重地说。
“哇，这么棒！”弗来德和乔治同时叫了起来。
“我们不能去那儿。”罗恩羡慕地说。
“我想你们最好就不要去！”哈格力严肃地说。
这时，威斯里太太急跑着进了众人的视线，只见她一只手上的提包在空气中疯了似的前后摇摆，另一只手紧紧地拖着金妮。
“啊，哈利，亲爱的哈利，——你跑到哪去了？”
趁着喘气的时候，她从提包里拿出一把大毛刷子，开始帮哈利把哈格力没打下的煤灰扫干净。威斯里先生拿过破眼镜，用魔杖轻轻的一点，把一副完好如新的眼镜还给哈利。
“嘿，我该走了，”哈格力说道。他的手被威斯里太太紧紧地抓住，“沃洛肯小巷！如果你没碰到哈利，天啊，你说该成什么样子了！哈格力！”“在霍格瓦彻学校再见。“他大踏步走了，那高大的身影在拥挤的人群中显得格外显眼。
“猜一猜我在勃津和巴赫斯连锁店看见谁了？”上格林高斯楼梯的时候，哈利问罗恩和荷米恩。“是马尔夫和他的爸爸。”
“那个露布斯。马尔夫有没有买什么？”身后的威斯里先生很快地问道。
“不是，他是去卖东西。”
“哦，他肯定是很忧心。”威斯里先生严肃而满意地说。“我可真想逮住露布斯。马尔夫藏了些——”
“你得自己小心点，亚瑟，”威斯里太太迅速说。一个躬着腰的小精灵把他们让进了银行。“那一家子可不是好惹的，你可不要不自量力，自讨苦吃。”
“你觉得我斗不过那个露布斯。马尔夫？”威斯里先生愤慨地说。
但是一看到荷米恩的父母正站在花岗岩大厅里，着急的等待着荷米恩介绍他们，威斯里先生把刚才的斗嘴忘得一干二净了。
“你们是马格啊！”威斯里先生兴奋地说。“咱们去喝几杯！你们在这干什么呢？哦，来这换马格银币吧？摩莉，快来看！”他兴奋地指着格林佐先生手中的十磅纸币。
“呆会儿在这见面，”罗恩走以前跟荷米恩说。接着威斯里一家和哈利由另一个小精灵领去地底的保险库。
通向地底保险库的通道是纵横交错的小型火车轨道搭成的，一辆辆的小推车由精灵们驾驶着在地下隧道的车轨往返着。哈利很喜欢乘小推车到保险库的这段路途。
但是当小车停下来，威斯里家保
险库门打开的那刻，他觉得很不自在，甚至比在沃洛肯小巷时更糟。
里面只有一小堆的镰刀币金币。威斯里太太神色坦然地走了进去，把全部的钱币装进提包里。让哈利感觉更糟的是当他们来到他的保
险库时。他急急忙地塞一些钱币到他的一个皮革袋里，与此同时，他尽量地用身子挡住门口，不想让他们看到保险库的东西。
再次回到花岗石楼梯后，他们就分头行动了。伯希低声咕味着想要一只长羽毛笔。而弗来德和乔治遇见了他们在霍格瓦彻学校的朋友，李。乔丹。威斯里太太和金妮正准备去二手魔袍店。威斯里先生坚持邀请格林佐夫妇到勒克卡通酒馆去喝上一杯。
“我们一个小时后在弗维里斯和巴洛特斯买书的时候再见！”威斯里太太拉着金妮一边走一边说。“你们可不要跑到沃洛肯小巷去了！”她回头朝着那对孪生兄弟越去越远的背影大声叮嘱道。
哈利、罗恩和荷米恩漫步在炕蜒的鹅卵石的小巷上。哈利口袋里的帆船币、镰刀币和克拉币兴奋地蹦来蹦去，好像迫不及待，争先恐后地要出来。于是他买了三个特大的草每花生奶油雪糕。他们兴高采烈地沿着小巷走下去。一路欣赏令人目不暇接的橱窗展览，一边“喷喷”地吮吸着雪糕。
罗恩渴望地望着“优质快迪斯用品专卖店”橱窗里的一套乍利大炮队魔袍出了神。直到荷米恩把他们两个拽去隔壁的羊皮纸和墨水店，他们才依依不舍地离开。
在甘宁和积波的巫术玩笑店，他们碰上了弗来德，乔治和李。乔丹，他们在积集“弗利巴斯特博士的神奇湿燃无热烟花”。在一个狭小的废品店。里面堆满了断魔杖，摇摇欲坠的黄铜天平和旧的斗篷，上面沾满各种药剂的痕迹。就在那，他们找到了伯希，他正在聚精会神地研究一本很薄但是看起来很闷的书——《操纵权利的完美奖章者》。
“一本研究霍格瓦彻学校三好学生事业发展状况的书。”罗恩把书背面的话大声地读了出来。“听起来还挺吸引的……”
“去，去，去。”伯希有点不高兴了。
“当然了，伯希很有雄心壮志的，他的目标可是……他想成为魔法部长……”
他们离开伯希以后，罗恩小声地跟哈利和荷米恩说。
一个小时以后，他们向着弗维里斯和巴洛特斯出发。他们可不是去那的唯一的人。当他们来到门口时，他们惊奇地发现有一大群人围在了书店门口，拼命想挤进去。门前玻璃窗上贴的横幅很好地解释了这一奇怪的现象：吉德洛。罗克哈特将于今天亲笔签名销售他的自传——《神奇的我》“我们今天有机会一睹他的风采啊！”
荷米恩尖叫着。“我是说，他写的书几乎占满了我们的用书清单。”
门前的人群好像大多都是威斯里太太年纪的女巫们。一个神色尴尬的男巫站在门口说道：“安静点，请各位女士们……不要互相挤拥……小心不要弄脏书本，现在……”
哈利、罗恩和荷米恩挤了进去。一条长长的队伍已经婉蜒地延伸到书店后面。
在那儿，吉德洛。罗克哈特正在为他的自传签名。他们每人拿了一本《对付女妖精方法谈》，挤进了队伍中威斯里一家和格林佐夫妇站的位置。
“啊，太好了，你们也在这。”威斯里太太说。她听起来好像喘不过气来，还不时地抚弄头发。“我们很快就可以看到他了……‘”
吉德洛。罗克哈特慢慢地走了进来，坐在一张四周贴满地的海报的桌子旁，海报上的吉德洛。罗克哈特正朝着众人眨眼，雪白的牙齿在闪光灯下
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