Chapter 4: Diagon Ally

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"Hagrid, where on earth are we going to get this stuff?" I asked while reading the list.

All students must be equipped with...one standard size two pewter cauldron and may bring if they desire either an owl, a cat, or a toad.
"First-year students will require:
three sets of work robes,
one wand,
One pair of dragon-hide gloves."

Then something weird happened. No one said anything but I swear I heard Harry ask, "Do they mean actual dragons?"

Wait... I can read minds. Then Harry actually asked the question, out loud.

"Well, they don't mean for a penguin, do they? Heh. Crikey, but not a dragon." Wish I had one, said Hagrid in his mind.

"Wait, you want one?"

"Oh, blimey! Can ya read minds?" asked Hagrid.

"Well, yeah I think," I replied.

"Dumbledore will be shocked to hear this and yes, I do want one." Said Hagrid.

"What? Why?" Asked Harry.

"Fast and misunderstood beasts, Harry. Fast and misunderstood.." answered Hagrid.

"Can we find all of this in London?" I asked.

"If ya know where to go." We stopped at a door and a sign that said, "The Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid entered first. I and Harry shot each other skeptical looks. Then we entered...

"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?" Said the barkeeper.

"No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helping young Harry and Hannela here buy their school supplies," replied Hagrid.

"Bless my soul. It's the Potter twins," Tom said out loud.

Suddenly everyone became silent. I could feel everyone's gaze on us.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter and Ms. Potter, welcome back," said a random man and soon another witch said the exact thing.

Hagrid nudged us, "See that fellow? He's your DADA professor, Professor Quirrell."

"Harry a-and Hannela P-potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you." Said the professor.

"Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there. Potters, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts." Said Hagrid.

"Oh, nice to meet you!" I replied with my hand out waiting for him to shake.

He eyes my hand, "F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter? Heheh."

"Yes, well, we must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh."

"Bye," me and Harry said.

Hagrid led us to a backroom with a brick wall and he turned to us, "See Hannela! See Harry! You're famous!"

"And why's that?" I asked.

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