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"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look. "Well, now -- Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.
"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk. --."
A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair.
But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight.
Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"You said You-Know-Who's name!" said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought you, of all people --"
wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.
"It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television. "
Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared.