the twins that lived marauders era react

Diagon ally

[The next day, in the streets of London.]

(Extended Version)

[Harry and Hagrid are in the underground tube.]

Harry: [reading the list] First year students will require: three sets of work robes, one wand. [He turns to Hagrid]

Hagrid: Essential bit of equipment, Harry.

Harry: One pair of dragon-hide gloves. [he turns to Hagrid again] Hagrid, do they mean for a real dragon?

Hagrid: Well, they don't mean a penguin, do they? Heh. Crikey, I'd love a dragon.

Harry: You'd like a dragon?

Hagrid: Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry. Vastly misunderstood. [He suddenly eyes a woman and then he nods. The woman returns to reading her paper.]

"Has he gone mad" Molly scoffed "dragon" baby Charlie clapped.

(Normal Version)

[The next scene, Hagrid and Harry are walking down the streets.]

Harry: All students must be equipped with... one standard size 2 pewter cauldron and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad. Could we find all this in London?

"If you know where to go" James beamed.

Hagrid: If you know where to go.

[They walk towards a corner store and as they get closer, the sign above it has "The Leaky Cauldron" magically appearing. They enter the Leaky Cauldron. There was music and several patrons that are speaking to each other.]

Tom: Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?

Hagrid: No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helpin' young Harry here buy his school supplies.

Tom: Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter!

[The pub immediately goes silent and everyone notices. A man comes up and shakes Harry's hand.]

"Never in my life have I seen the pub so quite" James said in shock.

Man: Welcome back, Mr. Potter. Welcome back.

[A witch comes up and shakes Harry's hand, as well.]

Witch: Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last.

[A man in robes with a turban on his head appears. It is Professor Quirrell.]

Quirrell: Harry P-potter. C-can't tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you.

Hagrid: Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there. Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be yer Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

Harry: Oh, nice to meet you. [puts out his hand, offering a handshake with Quirrell. But he looks at Harry's head and hesitatingly refuses]

Quirrell: F-fearfully f-fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter? Heheh.

Hagrid: Yes, well, mus' be goin' now. Lots to buy. Heh-heh-heh.

Harry: Goodbye.

[The two leave into a back room winery in front of a brick wall.]

Hagrid: See, Harry? You're famous!

Harry: But why am I famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?

"That's what we want to know" Snape scoffed the hall agreed.