"Hogwarts, dear?" she asked, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here..." she breaks off with a sad glint in her eyes before she continues. "Another young man being fitted up just now in fact." Madam Malkin lead Harry through the shop. In the back, a boy with a pale, pointed face was sitting in a wheelchair while a second witch pinned the sleeves of his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.